Moss Clutch

If the plants won't get you, starvation will.

Covering the area southwest of the Starberry fields and bordering the Starfall River, the Moss Clutch is an area of thick trees, woven between by a savage, hungering carnivorous plant. More primal than a venus flytrap or pitcher plant from the realm of the reader; more savage than water plants designed to catch and absorb zooplankton. This is a deep moss-like ground cover with teeth.
In the depths of the forest, in the dark recesses where things with heavy feet are lax to go, breeds this moss clutch. Growing up to 60cm tall, it grows over trees and ruins. The shrub that gives the area its name is a tight leaf soft thing, that grows calcium formed teeth upon its leaves and kills by having its victims drag themselves through its dense foliage.
Small mammals are the usual victims of the bloodthirsty ground cover, the blood seeping in to fertilise its root base with the proteins and nutrients it needs alongside sunlight. Local animals have built up defenses to its attacks, whether that be tree based nests for birds, the ability to glide, or armored coverings and thickened skins.

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While the ecosystem of the clutch is hardier than that of the nearby plains and surrounding forests, most of the ecosystem here is still in exploration due to the aggressive nature of the plant life in the area. Botanists would love to get their eyes on the species hiding within these forests, calling the act of record keeping within the clutch called "Vespasian" - recording through blood.

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There exists a path through the clutch, woven by ants nests, where a delicate foot can tread to find something special. Following a small stream that leaves the Starfall River and whom one day may carve the river a new path, the journey into the clutch to a small hut grown and filled with supplies from some long lost recluse. The hut itself keeps growing, now uncontrolled into a twisted and beautiful thing, its peak poking above the canopy in a flourish of delicate pink flowers atop a gnarled and moss covered body. The insides are long since lost, though someone with a keen eye and a good hand could refurnish the empty hut.
Grown into the membrane of the hut are the words. "The Theiket welcomes you home." The hut only needs a brave new owner.

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