BLOODCLAN TERRITORY

The ruined camp, as the BloodClanners have begun to call their old camp, is now only a pile of dust, bricks, trash, and dirt. Nothing recognizable remains; the humans, forced to abandon the project as work on the inner city increased, removed only the top layer of waste to create a jagged, uneven surface made of old buildings. Sometimes, if they are feeling nostalgic, the BloodClanners will return to the area, pointing out to newcomers or their apprentices where the old dens used to be. Except for rats, other cats seem to understand that BloodClan still holds complete power over the ruin, and it's rare indeed to see any loner or rogue not wishing for a death sentence to set up camp there (or even hang around the area). Be careful when visiting here, though - the ruins create an uneven service to walk on, and especially in the rain, the crevices and falls can be damaging to any cat, the rubble prone to shifting around underfoot. The ruined camp marks the north-eastern border of BloodClan territory.

When an ancient and insane old tom cat, known only as M, finally died, he left behind a vacuum that cats all over the city fought to fill. M's territory had been prime; he had lived, for as long as anybody could remember, in an old salvage yard distinguished by the metal shed out front and the piles of scrap metal in the back. Right at the edge of the city, where Tenant Quarters and the Industrial District overlapped, the salvage yard was all but abandoned by humans except for the odd scrap that was dropped off now and again. Through sheer numbers, BloodClan managed to claim the area for their own. Out of all their territories, this was the only one they did not have to retake back after the move. Much of their supplies and defenses that they had brought to the warehouse had been taken from the salvage yard, and though it had diminished for a while, their presence and control had never left sufficiently enough for others to move in and take over. Over time, however, the salvage yard has been getting increasingly dangerous, piles of metal and appliances all stacked on top of one another in a haphazard reach for the sky. Though BloodClan members can still navigate the maze with ease, it always pays to stay alert and careful to any disturbances.

The park a lush rectangular escape from reality set more or less in the middle of the city. Citizens like to say that Central Park in New York was modeled after it; the truth is they were both conceived around the same time, though Central Park was built first. A small lake sits in the middle, surrounded by footpaths, trees, and huge lawns of grass; benches and smaller bushes are interspersed liberally, and provide an excellent place to hang out. The park is not walled, and as a result general maintenance is carried out three times a day (though usually only consisting of litter clean-up). The park was included in BloodClan territory prior to the move, and it is acknowledged as a space open to all cats simply because it would be impossible to enforce isolation. There is no question that it belongs to BloodClan, however, a fact that has always riled up other city cats that feel the space should be free of allegiances. The end of the park marks the end of BloodClan territory to the East.