To the left of the city there is an old cracked street that slopes into a mess of ruined stairs. The unstable railings are coiled thick with plant growth, the cement buckled by stubborn weeds - and deep in the heart of the abandoned subway tunnels, OrchardClan keeps their home.

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The humans left behind many dreary places when they disappeared, and a good number of them had offered shelter for desperate cats in the beginning. But as the generations wore on, and it was discovered that the subway tunnels had maintained their infamous population of mice and rats, OrchardClan moved farther in.

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They have since specialized in hunting, and pride themselves at their skills in the dark. These cats are light-footed and quick-witted - they learn the lay of the subways tunnels as kits and use the maze of them to drive prey into accessible corners. This Clan thrives particularly during the winter, when larger prey animals take reluctantly to the subway themselves for the sake of warmth. Consequently these cats are mostly unafraid of a great many animals, and excel particularly at hunting in a cohesive group.

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At the main loading station there is a stopped subway train that is laden still with aging luggage and abandoned human debris. This is where the Clan gathers and sleeps, with the leader and deputy splitting the conductor car and the rest of the Clan claiming the cars behind it. The doors between the cars were cracked open years ago, and so allows the cats easy passage. There is safety to be found here, behind the metal walls, and most cats have claimed particular benches as their own.