As you sit atop one of the many hills of your territory, you gaze at the view of your territory, that stretches before your eyes. The plains you've lived your whole life in, so lifeless and even, with every blade of grass bowing before the wind in the exact same direction as all of its neighbours, you feel like the enemy could only throw one glance at your territory and would know all of its secrets. Abbandoned and desolate. Crumbling houses of now long-gone two-legs catch the attention of one's gaze, as they seem the most impressive thing around here.
One could not be more wrong.
The tall grass hides many more secrets that anyone would think; and you know it. Even closing your eyes, you know all of your territory: every hidden hole, every burrow, every blade of grass that you've watched grow and die. They're yours and yours alone to know.
Another testament of the two-legs that once lived here lies in the giant hay bales in which the cats had made dens and grew their Clan. You're a tough Clan, facing scorching heat at day and freezing cold at night, feeding off of nothing but field mice and scrawny hares. No matter what others might say, this territory is home, and shall remain.

Members:
Leader:Snowstorm, played by ➽ℳoo∩❍
Deputy:
Medicine cat:
Medicine cat's apprentice:
Warriors:Frostheart, played by ☪Ririe
Queens:
Apprentices:
Kits: