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Cat Hell

Added 2020-12-06 23:17:48 +0000 UTC

No one knew the origin of the Dark Forest. Only that cats who have committed great crimes would go when they died, forever damned to wander alone, with no prey to hunt, with no company to keep, and with endless maddening silence.

The atmosphere was cold, thick, foggy, and damp. It was suffocating and sticky, but every breath taken was sharp like a sudden gasp of the coldest winter air.

The ground was hard and gravelly, painful to walk on, let alone lay on. Emerging from it was dead, dry grass where anything could be hiding.

The river was slow and still, not tranquil, but lurking like a predator, as if waiting for someone to fall into its pitch, sludge-like water.

The trees bared long sharp that would not allow a cat to climb it, should the cat take comfort in the safety of a tree like they would in life. They were dead, and crumbling, tho no wind threatened to tip them over. Their trunks were impossibly tall, leading up into the darkness of the starless sky.

It was truly a place not suitable for catkind. But as Thistlethorn shook the natural fear of being in a place like this, she took a determined step forward. She had someone to find.