MarshClan | Notion

Life in the marsh is not easy- little grows in this dense salty earth but grasses and shrubs, and long rains are known to bring the dormant mud to life, hungrily swallowing all who don’t know to tread lightly. It takes a very hardy cat to make a home out of such an unforgiving land, but this collective need for survival has brought together a band of weathered cats who will overcome anything to carve out their own place in the wilderness.

However, it seems they are not alone in their initiative- there are other groups growing in territories adjacent to the marsh, who fiercely defend the ‘borders’ they have marked on its outskirts. Perhaps it is lucky that the marsh is considered a wasteland by those who were unable to brave its elements- none seem too eager to trespass upon their sticky dominion of clay and silt, and so those who live here have seen little struggle to maintain their territory.

There are strange things beginning to happen throughout the neighboring lands- border patrols exchange words of visions and bad omens, and dreams of the dead visiting to converse with the living. Many of the marsh residents have shrugged off these instances as the superstitions of weaker cats, until members of their own ranks began to encounter similarly abnormal experiences…