ThuderClan, RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan the four clans that in habit the forest. The descendants of the angelic cats of StarClan. But what if I told you that there were originally five great clans that followed StarClan. What if I told you that a clan was hidden deep within the ice and snow. Long forgotten by the other for clans and StarClan. That clan is SnowClan. A clan that now lives in the tall snowy mountains. A clan that will soon return back to it's rightful place among the clans.
This is a load of mouse-dung, Icepaw thought as she walked over to the elders den with a leaf full of mouse bile in her jaws. Why do I have to do this? I should be out hunting!
Icepaw growled quietly as she walked inside the den to be greeted by Frostfur.
"Ah, Finally you're here! I need you to remove this tic, it's on my shoulder. Right where I can't get it."
Hesitantly Icepaw dipped her paw into the mouse bile and rubbed it onto Frostfur's shoulder. The smell was positively revolting. Great StarClan!, Icepaw thought to herself as she continued to search for the tic. Just let this end! But just then, as is StarClan had answered the tiny silver she-cats wishes, she heard the booming voice of her leader Blizzardstar.
"Let all cats old enough to catch there own pray attend this meeting!"
Icepaw's ears perked up interest. Oh, how she wanted to go! She looked to Frostfur with pleading eyes, silently begging for release.
"Alright Icepaw. Go attend the meeting. I'm pretty sure you got the tic anyway."
"Thank you Frostfur!" Icepaw replied running out of the elders den into the snowy clearing. All the clan cats were siting around High Peak. High Peak was the massive mound of ice and snow in the middle of camp. SnowClan's leader Blizzardstar was sitting on High Peak with his medicine cat Whitepelt, and his deputy Frozenheart.