ShadowClan Camp

The lake has its different parts, each unique with its own features and inhabitants. The land around the two rivers has its fish and fresh scent, the hills are springy and have rabbits bounding across the grass, and the deciduous part of the large mass of trees is filled with squirrels. Then there's the pine trees, covering the northwest part of the lake. It's seperated from the deciduous trees by a creek, where two completely different scents roam on each side. Frequently, cats from the pine trees will come and replace these scents, making them stronger. After doing this, they hurry back into the trees.

Their journey back through the trees is peaceful, since none of the other cats from the other parts of the lake dare mess with them. Pine needles underpaw don't disturb the cats' pads at all. Their pads have adjusted and gotten stronger to protect themselves from the pricks of the needles from the pine trees. The same scent they have just replaced surrounds them, revolting to the other groups of cats, but refreshing to them. As they travel deeper into the pine forest, the trees get thicker, but the cats manuever through them with ease.

Soon, the cats reach a thick wall of bramble woven through the trunks of the pine trees and start padding along it, as if searching for something. Then, one of them disappears, as if swallowed, into the bramble. One by one, the other cats vanish, revealing a tunnel made through the wall of bramble. It winds, the same scent from the creek growing stronger, until the cats are in a large hollow, ground free of pine needles. Other cats are eating outside little brambl and bracken made dens, their pelts dark in the shadows. A milky scent comes from a den far away from the entrance, the mewling of kits piercing the air. One of the cats seperates from the returning group and hurries to a den through the roots of a large oak, where the leader of the large group of cats den.