The Dystopia

The Dystopia surrounds the living lands on all sides, and the cats had to travel through it during their search for a new home. Many lost their lives, because the Dystopia is a dead land. The ground is rocky and dry. In Greenleaf it is clogged with dust and grit that works its way to stay inside of a cat's mouth, fur, ears and nose. In leafbare and leaffall, the ground freezes into cutting edges of icy rock. In newleaf when it rains the ground is clogged with mud and waste, and little drinkable water can be found. There is very little vegetation. The land cannot support many plants so the few ones there are are small, weak and colorless. There is very little opportunity for hunting here, all the prey has moved to the living lands in search of food. The land stretches on forever as a flat, barren wasteland. The only break in the dull grey landscape is the oasis of the living lands. No cat can survive here...or so it is believed by the clans. This is the place where cats with a grey pelt are banished to. Some of these cats have learned its secrets and so call it home. There are hard to find secrets everywhere, small pockets of drinking water, hunting grounds, dens, and plants can be found by those who are forced to live here, and some choose to remain. For them it is a livable abet harsh land, where they can find sanctuary from the hate of the clans.
Banished Cat Territory