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The camp surrounds an old culvert beneath semi-unused traintracks.
The leader’s den is inside the drainpipe. The medicine den is dug into the side of the rocks and brick, underground. The other dens have been dug out under scrubby trees and bushes.
When gathering for a meeting, the leader stands on “the Round,” an old rusty train wheel that lays abandoned on a pile of boulders.
Greasy, dead soil that seeps with black, a symbol of the Darkness overtaking the clans. No life grows here, little prey dares to traverse it. But it is LightClan territory all the same.
The cave's crystals glow even in the deepest darkness. LightClan calls the plant that grows in the cave firemoss. But the most important part of the cave are the unformed souls waiting to be reincarnated. They cling like tiny embryonic tendrils to the ceiling, glittering like stars. They reflect in the central pool that, even in the soft glow of the cave, seems to have no bottom.
It is here that LightClan communes with the Light, receives guidance and prophecy, lay their dead to rest, and welcome new life.
Rocky, scrubby, and difficult to traverse. Due to its barren nature, their claimed territory is vast. But it’s hard to hunt.
Rural Twoleg farms dot the area, though they’re far enough apart to not be a constant threat.
