The calico she cat sat in the empty clan camp. She just claimed the territory. now she had to get her 9 lives. She was a young cat, barely a warrior, but was sweet, sensible, and caring, putting others before her a lot. She had made dens, large and pacious. the clan was an island, surrounded by a wall of mangroves, with an escape tunnel and an entrance tunnel. Her den was the large mangrove that grew in the center of the island, the branches creating a den. The roots on the lft of the entrance created a spacious medicine cat den, and a nersury was the same across the clearing. There was a warrior den made from the roots at the bottom of her tree, and a large, flat branch for meetings. The apprentice den was at the back, beside the elders den. They were all mde from roots of the mangroves. She smiled, picturing it when it was not just her there. She purred, a musical sound filling the clearing. (ill make her charry page later, im toolazy.)