Upon entering the Ashclan camp you walk into the heart of darkness. The twisted trees that greeted you outside cast their dark shadows over the soggy, mossy ground. Bits of bones and thorns scatter the ground making it unpleasant to walk upon, that is unless you're a Ashclan cat. If you are you don't even notice the debris under paw. The fresh-kill pile, which in times of scarcity is fought over viciously, is located near the warriors den in a hollow stump.Hidden in the many shadows you may find cat sharing tongues and speaking of the days events. . or you may find the remains of the last unfortunate outsider to come this far into Ashclan's camp. . .

Much like Marshclan, Ashclan's top ranking warrior sleeps beneath the roots of a gigantic birch in the middle of camp. Many long moons ago it was hit by lightning so that its bark is now charred and black from the resulting fire. The tp most branches were shattered leaving them looking like creepy fingers reaching towards the sky. Burrowing under the maze of roots leads to an earthy cave with a large moss bed and its own secret pile of fresh kill that's restocked daily by an assigned apprentice.

In an abandoned badger set riddled with roots and toadstools is the Ashclan medicine cat den. Deep within the earth it still smells strongly of its former occupant, though if you work here day in and day out you get used to the scent fairly quickly. Moss beds are set up against the back of the badger's den so the healer can have quick access to their patients while the hollows dug into the wall store all herbs and poultices. Warmth is never an issue in this den so all sick and injured cats can sleep well all through rainy nights and cold Leaf-bare season.

Unlike most other camps, Ashclan's warriors sleep within the hollows of the dead trees surrounding them. Three have been specially selected for their abundance of large holes and each is outfitted with a soft bed of moss for sleeping. If one does not feel like climbing a tree for their nest they can easily rest within the tangle of roots at the bottom of the trunks. The spaces there can fit quite a surprising amount of cats.

Seeing as kits are the lifeblood of a Clan, the warriors of Ashclan have come up with the perfect den for their expectant mothers. In a twisted heather surrounded by a thicket of brambles lies the Nursery, well protected and hidden from prying eyes. Large beds of fern and moss provide each she-cat with enough room to stretch out comfortably and feed their kits.

Unlike the flamboyant warrior's den, Ashclan apprentices sleep in a simple clearing between some close-growing rose bushes near the eastern most side of camp. While the flowers provide a unique smell to fall asleep to, each thorn lends added protection against outside attack. In the clearing one can look up to see a netting of brambles that have been woven on the tops of the bushes to provide a sort of roof. This is to keep the rain and snowdrops out.