The Silver Forest

The Silver Forest

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This part of ShadowClan's territory is covered in silver birch and trembling aspen trees. On nights of the full moon the white bark is lit up brightly by the moon's rays. Deer love this place in Green-leaf as it has the tastiest grass, and the air is rife with bird song and other animals going about their business. In Leaf-bare the trees all shed their leaves and it becomes almost like a ghost forest. The deer come here then when there is nothing else to eat and strip the bark from the trees.

He'd come out here to do some hunting after the chaos that was going on in camp, Minkfur had taken out a patrol to check the borders so the only thing left to do was to restock the fresh kill pile. Walking over the earth as quietly as he could, grey nicked ears listening intently for the owner of the thick smell of deer, skulking along and crouching down eyes fixed on the doe with the clearly broken leg that had healed funny. She'd be a good prize and would keep everyone in the clan well fed, he was still troubled by Jesterpaw and was quickly starting to resign himself to the fact that he'd have to train the little shit. At the very least perhaps find a way to get out some of that violence, he should have told Nightstar not to accept Cheshiregrin and her four little brats, at the very least if he ever had pups with a female they'd be the best behaved pups this clan had ever seen. His back end tensed preparing to send him bounding forward, closer and closer the oblivious doe hobbled, judging this to be the correct moment Dragonstar erupted out of his hiding place and barreled towards the doe.