Magic and transcendent are two words that perfectly describe this hill. It situates in the Northern WindClan territory, near enough the WindClan camp for the WindClanners to catch several glimpses of the historical peak. From the camp, snow seems to rest above it, for it looks ivory. But when warriors climb up to its top, they find no snow or soot. Just a prairie. Legend says that it is always spring over it, even during winter, but nobody has confirmed the theory, for the path to the crest of the hill is always covered in many layers of ice for a cat to cross it. At night, many WindClanners stride to the hill and enjoy one of the most delightful sights a cat could relish: The alluring and luminous and glitter above the hill like they glitter in any other place.