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Setting
Prepare to imurse yourself in territories like you've never seen before; we've done away with the traditional woodlands setting and are coming at you with something a little more hip.

"The Hungry Earth" takes place within a chain of islands in the tropics that consist of one very large island that all the clans currently inhabit and three smaller one. The second island is connected to the first by a sandbar; the other two are within swimming distance with the third being the furthest and harder to get to. When the story opens up the clans are not aware of the islands that neighbor their own.​

Due to the lack of human encroachment the cats are not pressed by their presence or that of their house pets or vehicles.

However life in the ocean offers plenty of other dangers.

Weather tends to be one of the strongest foes for the clans to overcome; powerful storms have the capability to tear their camps and families apart. Their island home does not experience winter nor fall which can be nice as there is a higher chance of available prey, but the days are so hot that an absent minded cat might find himself with heat exhaustion or dehydrated.

To accommodate this struggle there is a public basking pool wherein civility reigns and it is expected that all feuds are to be left back at camp. It's been said that it is also a familiar spot for lovers from other clans to meet in secret.

This place is known as Coolheart reflecting not only the physical relief this spot offers, but the removal of all rivalries and honesty that exists on this unique part of the island.

Just like anywhere there are predators that have come to enjoy the taste of cat flesh and are capable of picking off full grown animals or their young. This is a place of high alert, especially at night when things that have escaped the heat of the day wake up to see what they can find in the darkness.

All the danger aside there are many benefits to this unique setting, such as an abundance of prey from birds to small mammals, lizards, and fish! The clans have been fairly lucky in that they tend to have enough prey to feed their own clans. There is leisure time in the afternoon as opposed to towards twilight since the night watch is waking up and getting their report from the day watch before they set out. The middle of the day can become too hot and muggy for many patrols or heavy training; in response the cats have come up with other ways to keep themselves busy. Storytelling is a common past time.

At the end of the territory lies a great volcano; it does cough up smoke from time to time, but it has never given any indication that it has plans to do much else.

Enter the deity for this story; there is no StarClan here, instead we turn to Firetongue and FireClan and the ancestors that turn into great rocks to coat his belly when they die.

Leaders here go by the suffix "Fire"​

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To maintain the innocent nature of Coolheart, the clans meet at a point just

beyond the point of all of clans' territories. The meetings are held in what is known as Firetongue's Paw as it is a patch of green with a large volcanic rock looking across the expanse; it is from here where the leaders address the clans.

There is a small cave not visible to the untrained eye where the medicine cats and leaders go to speak with their ancestors. The rocks there are warm, but not deadly hot, it is believed that the members of FireClan are nestled in these rocks, waiting to impart their wisdom.​

 

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The Clans
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No adventure is complete without our trusty clans!

We follow the traditional style of four clans spread out across our great island and

the clans are as follows.

This clan lives closer to the volcano than any other; a portion of the giant's

stomach reaches down into the heart of AshClan's territory splitting it in half.

The abundance of volcanic ash has the propensity to to cause upper respiratory

problems especially in those already prone to them and the young and old. The

ash becomes particularly dangerous if more is produced by the volcano than

usual; as it settles into the ground it is more likely that a cat will inhale it.

However AshClan is not lost due to its fiery neighbor; volcanic ash contains many

natural minerals and vitamins that are essential to growth both flora and fauna,

but the clans subjectivity to illness makes it hard for them to use their territory to

its fullest sometimes.

The clan's camp is a thick tangle fallen trees that have been choked out by vines

with still produce flowers and leaves in an abundance. It is purposefully facing

away from the volcano so as to minimize the amount of ash that makes it into

their camp, so far they have been very fortunate that the canopy from above

has shielded them.

Positioned almost directly on the beach of the island BlueClan is named for the

ocean view that expands forever in either direction of their territory. The clan has

come to rely mostly on the fish and invertebrates that come into the shallows;

just like it was with RiverClan these cats are powerful swimmers, well muscled,

and sport coats that come to life in the Sun.

However due to their constant supple of food, beautiful beach and more or less

easy life BlueClan cats are known for having lazy natures despite their undeniably

powerful builds.

Everything is not easy for BlueClan when it comes to the weather they are hit the

hardest. Their camps have been destroyed more than once, but they refuse to

move it further into their territory as they have grown fond of their beach view.

The camp for BlueClan is a thick patch of ferns that offer a nice shady experience

during the day and at night the crispy air flowing across the ocean floats perfectly

through the camp.

The leader's den is a large hole dug under a great rock covered with moss, but it

is open on two sides to allow the airflow this clan loves.

As the name suggests TreeClan spend most of their time in the canopies above

the forest floor; they prey almost entirely upon the bird population they share the

trees with. Their biggest threat are the monkeys that also live in the trees.

Naturally omnivorous it is not uncommon for one to grab at a warrior; in response

the cats have learned how to skirt around them if so postpone hunting until

they've moved on.

These cats tend to be long legged with powerful shoulders and hind quarters;

their demanding lifestyle creates a lean, sporty look and their coats do not shine

the way that an AshClan or a BlueClan cats would as they spend a lot of time

hiding in the shadows in trees.

During the day it is unusual to find warriors or apprentices from TreeClan on the

forest floor, but queens, kits and the medicine cat are usually about. Their shaded

home and provides access to a lot of mushrooms and other plants that exist in

soft soil; these are the cats known for experimental healing, sometimes it works

and sometimes it does not. There have been times when a fellow medicine cat

may seek aid from the TreeClan medicine cat in the hopes that their strange

concoctions may work.

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This clan is due to come into the story later on, there is more information about them in the plot.

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Plot

It started with an ill fated meeting at Coolheart; the moon was high that night, it's milky light highlighting the tops of trees here and there. Three figures appeared along the sides of the pool after a quick glance back and forth to assure their safety they sprang forward; briefly touching noses.

It was then that the fourth cat appeared, he came from a direction that belonged to no clan and as he approached the other three seemed to stiffen. Despite its curiosity the moon was unable to make out any words; angry yowls are exchanged, tails lash as they try to charge the stranger. The dark shadow retreats a few steps, with a soft twitch of the end of its tail and a long shadow begins to creep towards the three.

The shadow breaks and begins to flow in around the three; it is now apparent the group is made up entirely of strangers and in a flash of teeth and claws the three are consumed.

The first stranger calls the group back together and like a pack of hyenas they prowl back into the forest leaving behind the broken and battered bodies of their prey.

At the discovery of such murderous violence at Coolheart by all three cans accusations begin to fly; who was it that did this?

Every clan denies having anything to do with the murders, the three clans are forced to back home to bury their loved ones.

One from each clan.

The incident insights distrust and hatred; stealing, lying, attacks, and the occasional fatality become more common among the clans.

It is not long after that smoke begins to curl from the mouth of Firetongue; the smoke though thin and scarce becomes darker and more sinister and it is at the first sight of fire spouting from the maw that the new law is laid into place.

It was at that point that a stranger came into the midst of their clan; when they arrived at Firetongue's Paw there he sat. A dark warrior from a different clan; he spoke of the anger and sadness of Firetongue and that he hails from a clan on the other side of the mountain.

He has come to them because of a dream he received from FireClan; he has come with answers.​

Again, the three clans deny having any connection to the murders and that is when the stranger delivers the ghastly news. To make amends for the blood they have shed, the lies they have weaved, and the heinous actions they have committed against FireClan every month one cat must be committed to Firetongue's mouth, only after they have given back as much as they have taken will the fury from the volcano quell.

The clans are to terrified to question the newcomer and so they settle in to their new reality; the stranger promises to return with the rest of his clan to help. Everyone where he comes from communicates with FireClan and he has heard the elders in his clan speak of them surviving a similar incident long ago.​