The Land of Trees and Bounty look marvelous at first glance. The strong trees support the environment and the underbrush is teeming with prey. It seems like practically the best place for a cat to live. Around the territory, there are traces of longlegs. Either a ruins or a pail or shovel. But they are gone now. But why? In the shadows of this lands light, dangerous creatures lurk. The creatures were forgotten by both cat and human long ago, but they are still there. A werewolf stalks the land at night. It does not turn into a longleg, yet it's size is immeasurable and will be that way. Anyone who has encountered this demon is either dead or a prisoner of it's ruthless wrath. The clan will never admit to this horrid creature hunting them, but every moon a cat usually disappears from the ranks of the living, and enters the ranks of the dead, only shattered bones left to tell of the soul.
