Under a sky of gray, we isolate ourselves on the mountain north of the clans cliffs. Our borders do not align with the other borders, and it is a long journey. Cold snow is always falling here. Our land is covered in a deep blanket of snow. The land and trees are barren, water droplets turn to long tendrils of ice. Don't expect a welcoming embrace if you happen to be found on our land. At best, you will be escorted away with a warning, at worst, you will be kept and you will never see the sun again. Many of us do not believe in this "StarClan" the other clans introduced us to. Those of us smart enough not to fall for such ideas are knowledgeable in the true reasons that we see these "ancestors."