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Quite far from our southern cousins, five clans of wild cats make their home in a harsh northern climate, just below the tree line. Our ancestors have walked these snow covered lands for countless moons, and they leave us gifts. Warm fur, light bodies, and keen instincts will assure we never starve in the unforgiving north. SnowClan, GlacierClan, ArcticClan and IceClan roam the pine forests and snow covered plains. StarClan walks vigil above us, in the snow sprinkled lands of silverpelt. Despite our gifts, and our ancestors protection, life in the four clans is no easy task. We are the Clans of Winter, we make our home in the most fathomable and inhospitable place on earth.
The Clans have successfully made new territory in the new lands. Even so, the lands are still foreign to the cats, and all four clans would need time to be completely familiar with their new territories. Everyday the cats of the winter clans learn something new, about their lands, and about themselves. After a few moons living in the new area, the cats soon discovered that they truly are not alone in the forest - a twoleg facility have been quietly running; hidden in the valleys and cliffs of the mountains which shelters the cats from the outside world. How would the cats react to their twolegged neighbours? You decide.
The Genetically Modified Cats (aka. GEMs) are a strange breed of cats found hanging around near the white twoleg nest. Even though they look like normal cats, these cats are abnormally stronger and fiercer than other feral cats. They are rarely seen outside a group and are too dangerous to approach. No one knows where they came from or what are they except that they have something to do with the Laboratory.
In the midst of a small stretch of pine trees, the trunks thin out and slope down to a shady lake. The water is usually frozen, but the warm winds of Newleaf may melt the frozen mass. The ice freezes into intricate patterns, making the surface crystalline and glossy. The pebbled, sandy shore that leads down to the lake has many large rocks, the perfect hiding place for water voles.
This is the tundra that makes ArcticClan what it is. A blanket of snow, tail-lengths thick, always rides snugly along the slopes. Steep hills sometimes will jut up, interrupting the smooth surface. Pine trees dot the open ground, providing little protection from the snow. Hares can often be seen bobbing behind a hill, but beware of arctic foxes. Although many creatures and cats tread across ArcticClan's tundra daily, the steadily falling flakes promise powdery, untouched snow in the morning.
A long stretch of pine wood runs along the border of ArcticClan territory. Woodland prey hides in the swampy undergrowth, although the ground stays frozen solid year-round. The tall pine trees provide shade during hot greenleaf days, and protection from hard snow, rain, and blizzards. Hunting parties come here occasionally, if there are no hares on the tundra; woodland prey isn't the tastiest to ArcticClan warriors, who would much rather prefer a warm hare in between their jaws.
A large rocky outcrop of steep hills lies in a distant corner of ArcticClan's territory. The hills, unlike the ones that occasionally pop up here and there on the Tundra, are very steep and rocky, each side almost like a cliff. In the midst of the tangle of rock, a wide, sandy valley spreads. Protected by the surrounding hills, this valley is where ArcticClan warriors can train apprentices. Beyond these foothills lies the Veiled Mountains of rogue territory, so beware of intruding rogues.
In the midst of the vast tundra, a steep hill rises from the ground. On the other side of the hill, it gently slopes down and mellows out into a wide meadow. The field is surrounded by a ring of trees, giving it the appearance of a huge forest clearing. The long, soft grasses reach over a cat's head, and usually poke through the light snow. Many animals often come here, making it a wonderful place to hunt with a friend. During spring, the snow melts, revealing the soft, pink and green grass; numerous flowers bloom, and the whole meadow lights up with the bright essence of spring.