
This is the Crystal River. Here you can swim catch fish or just play in the reeds.
You enter a lush forested island the forest floor covered in ferns muffling our paw steps... As we wake, we hear the bubbling of brooks and the rushing of streams. We hear the pretty chirps of wood birds as the sun rises and the mournful songs of crickets at twilight. Our clan stalks prey through the thick forest. We are strong, we are wise, we are kind, we are family, we are Fernclan -Birdstar

*Birdstar rose from her den her green eyes fixed on the dawn sky. It was a beautiful morning. The sky, pink shot with gold and the clouds were cotton wisps as fine as rabbits fur. The warriors emerged from the dens their eyes shining. As they moved their muscles ripped under their thick glossy pelts and Birdstar turned her eyes upon them her fur glittering in the sun.* It is time..... *and so they set off to the Herb Meadow their minds fixed on one thought... What is going to happen to us?*


