Fir Chilis is the name given to the dense string of forested land that fills much of Blossom Forest. There are two different populations, depending on where in the land you are. To the north lays the deciduous forest, full of maples, oaks, birches, and beeches. To the south lay a coniferous forest full of pines and firs. No matter where you are, the trees shelter you from the sun and the rain and the snow. Take care not to get lost in the woods however - you may never find your way out. There are other dangerous here too - predators waiting for their own prey. While the land is prosperous they do not pose too much of a threat, but whenever famine or drought hits, they will attack anything... even other Putnar.

Those looking to hunt will find the forests well stocked - there are white-tailed deer, turkeys, red squirrels, chipmunks, mermots, and moose.


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Small ebony paws carried the bouncing lass through the thick grasses that surrounded the edge of the forest that she had emerged from. She was on a mission. A misson to explore every inch of this new land that she would soon be able to call home. Blossom Forest was much different from her old home. She vaguely wondered how she would every become accustomed to such a lovely place. A slight shake of her crown cleared the pesky thoughts from invading her mind. She couldn't allow such ideas to keep her from her journey. Bounding out of the tall grasses that concealed her small body, Reagan's paws suddenly halted. The trek through the bushes and grasses had left her with a hoard of brambles and burrs stuck to her obsidian fur. She shook clumsily, the action knocking her off her feet and tumbling down onto the ground before she quickly regained her composure. Reagan had always been a rather clumsy girl, but she never let that get in her way. Her gaze immediately turned in front of her, amber eyes widening at the sight of a large cliff that seemed to reach up into the sky -- that's what it seemed like, anyway. She couldn't even see the top. She did, however, see a large band of colors arching up above the great rock, shooting into the sky. It was so beautiful. The young ess just had to get a closer look.

She took off into a run, short appendages pushing her forward faster than before, running immediately toward the large cliff. She realized, once she ahd gotten right up on it, that she would need to climb the cliff in order to get a better view of the rainbow overhead. A low-hanging ledge immediately caught the princess' attention. It was high enough to pose a bit of a challenge, but not too high, so she knew she would make it if she really put her mind to it. Crouching down on the hard dirt, Reagan propelled herself upward, front appendages stretched out before her to catch on the rough edges of the ledge. Her claws caught in the grooves of the rock, making it easy to pull her tiny body up. She continued those actions a few more times, managing to get on a higher ledge with each jump. By the fifth one, Reagan was exhasuted and panting. She only then stopped to realize just how high up she had actually gotten. Cautious steps took her closer to the edge, amber hues peering down at the ground below her. That would be a long fall. Stepping back from the edge, the pup shook the gruesome thought from her mind and turned around, looking up toward the sky. She was so much closer to the colors now than she was before.

The sun was half-way concealed by a travelling cloud, causing it to shine brightly behind the rainbow. The girl was absolutely enamored by the sight. Perhaps if she took a few steps back, just a little, she could see them better. The idea made since to Reagan. She slowly began to back up, much too caught up in the sight before her to be careful of her footing. The next few minutes passed by in a blur. All Reagan could remember was the dreadful feeling the ground running out beneath her pads, leaving her falling through the air. She had managed to twist around in the air, holding her legs out in front of her in a futile attempt to catch on a ledge and prevent herself from hitting the hard ground below. Maybe hitting the ground wouldn't have been as bad. Maybe the dirt would have made a softer landing instead of the ledge she hit on. A sharp yelp tore from her throat as a stinging pain shot through her left paw, all the way up to her shoulder. She attempted to push herself up, putting weight on the aching paw only to tumble down onto the rock with loud whimpers of pain. She pressed her ears flat against her skull, starting to lick at her paw in a fruitless effort to dull the unbearable pain.

("This is how I talk")


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