A long, sloping hill whose sides are covered in pines, rather than the maples and oaks and laurel that fills the rest of RainClan territory. The falling pine cones attract a myriad assortment of squirrels, chipmunks, birds, and unfortunately, raccoons and porcupines. So long as a cat avoids the last two, it is a fertile hunting ground.

A huge grove of laurel bushes gives way at its center to open ground. It takes some effort to get through the tangled branches to the center, but the sandy clearing within is perfect for battle practice or ambush.

A trickling woodland stream with a bed of rocks and sand cuts RainClan territory neatly in two. It winds and twists and tumbles over several short waterfalls. There are no fish in the stream, but there are plenty of mosquitoes, and if worst comes to worst, plenty of mosquitoes means plenty of frogs.

An ancient sycamore fell against the trunk of a sturdy oak many moons ago, before most cats can remember. It remains half upright, propped against the oak. Treefall is a good hunting ground, and seemingly a good place for climbing, but cats are encouraged to avoid it. It could come tumbling down at any moment.