Hello, love. Let me show you around.
This is Prey-Hill. This isn't our camp, however it is our main source of land prey and it's a great place for sunbathing. Watch out for hawks, they also like to hunt.
The entrance to Tomahawk Creek, our camp. Still not quite our camp, however it is rich with herbs and mice every once in a while. You could even call it the Medicine Cat's dream. Heck, some traveling herbalists tend to steal some when we aren't looking almost every day.
Here we are, Tomahawk Creek. It's quite a vast creek, stretching for about a mile, but we only use the main area, right next to the twoleg park and in the back, a neighborhood. It's quite peaceful, if you ignore the countless dogs barking and screeching, however they won't hurt you. Most are too busy trying to be friends with the coyotes lurking around, are behind fences, or are way too small to deal any real damage. There's plenty of catfish here, but look out for herons. They'll try to kill anything that moves, including cats. While the prey out here could get us fat in a few seconds, the predators that moved in make sure that we don't have too big of a population. No one has an assigned den, however they sleep under the stars.
This is where I, Creekstar, sleeps. This shelter was made from twolegs long ago. We call it Skel's Nest, and we call the upper floor, which is a bit challenging to get up to, Highplank or Highslab. The leader's and deputy's kits also sleep here until they are at apprentice age. At rare times, when severe lightning rolls in, we evacuate Skel's Nest and sleep elsewhere with the rest of the clan.
This is Prey-Hill. This isn't our camp, however it is our main source of land prey and it's a great place for sunbathing. Watch out for hawks, they also like to hunt.
The entrance to Tomahawk Creek, our camp. Still not quite our camp, however it is rich with herbs and mice every once in a while. You could even call it the Medicine Cat's dream. Heck, some traveling herbalists tend to steal some when we aren't looking almost every day.
Here we are, Tomahawk Creek. It's quite a vast creek, stretching for about a mile, but we only use the main area, right next to the twoleg park and in the back, a neighborhood. It's quite peaceful, if you ignore the countless dogs barking and screeching, however they won't hurt you. Most are too busy trying to be friends with the coyotes lurking around, are behind fences, or are way too small to deal any real damage. There's plenty of catfish here, but look out for herons. They'll try to kill anything that moves, including cats. While the prey out here could get us fat in a few seconds, the predators that moved in make sure that we don't have too big of a population. No one has an assigned den, however they sleep under the stars.
This is where I, Creekstar, sleeps. This shelter was made from twolegs long ago. We call it Skel's Nest, and we call the upper floor, which is a bit challenging to get up to, Highplank or Highslab. The leader's and deputy's kits also sleep here until they are at apprentice age. At rare times, when severe lightning rolls in, we evacuate Skel's Nest and sleep elsewhere with the rest of the clan.
