INTRODUCTION

Waves rush against the shore, pooling around your limp body as you lay in the warm sand. Your ears twitch slightly as you listen to the soft pawsteps approaching you. You feel teeth grasp your scruff and you're dragged off into the dense trees.
Afternoon light filters through the large palm leaves that make up the roof of the medicine cat den. A soft she-cat tends to your body as you lay still, afraid to open your eyes. More pawsteps approach the den and you listen closely as they speak to medicine cat softly. "Are they awake yet?" "No, not yet. They must've swallowed a lot of sea water on their journey here. Beechstar please be patient." You feel your mind slipping back into unconsciousness and embrace the darkness as it engulfs you.
You blink, adjusting to the sharp light as it streams down onto your nest. Where are you? Who are you? And why were these cats so nice? A tiny she-cat comes into view and meows happily. "Good, you're awake! How do you feel?" Well, how did you feel? Your throat was scratchy and your pelt was coated in sand still. You glance down checking all paws were still intact and the she-cat laughs softly. "Yes, you're all there. Every inch of you." A large white tom approaches from the doorway. His large paws stopping at the edge of your nest. "I'm Beechstar." He meowed nobly, "Welcome to Beachclan. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? What is your name? And why were you washed up on our beach?"
Now, it's present day. Many, many years have passed since that cat was found on the shoreline. That cat was (insert parent of choice here). You used to hear stories about that fateful day all the time and always wondered why your parent was on the beach. After some digging around, you've found out their secret and now it up to you to protect it with your life. Welcome to Beachclan. Stay safe, little one.

PLOT IDEAS

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The clan has been dealing with a string of mysterious murders recently. Some say its wild dogs, some say its a cougars, some might even say it rouges. With the weather turned dangerous and flash flooding threatening to wipe out the camp. All cats must fend for themselves in the time of need. Everyone seems to have their own secrets. No one can be trusted, not even their leader.

TERRITORY

Beachclan is nestled on the edge of Australia. The camp itself is surrounded by dense rain forest where palm trees and their leaves make up the cozy dens. Its only a short walk from camp to the shoreline. The forest is known for their koalas, cougars, bats, and wild dogs along with your basic everyday creatures. In the sea theres plenty of fish and crabs, though crabs aren't the easiest to catch. Beachclan cats are known for their expertise in the art of swimming and diving. They are the only clan for miles, or so they think, and take pride in sunning sessions on the sandy beach.