The cold snow underneath Blackheart's paws made her shiver. She had never been this cold before. Where was she? The chilling feeling of frozen ground was so unbearable, she didn't even know how IceClan cats could handle it.

Blackheart could see Coldspirit ahead of her, leading the way to MoonClan. Why hadn't we taken the easier way through DarkClan? Blackheart thought as she trudged through the bitter snow. She glanced behind her.

Redfur was in the back of the line of the three cats, watching for any danger coming from behind them. Blackheart couldn't believe that Redfur was standing where Bluepelt was when they had investigated the purple mist: in the back. Then again, there wasn't a trace of mist left in the Clan territories.

Coldspirit stopped in his tracks up ahead. He tasted the air.

"I can smell IceClan." he meowed, cautiously looking around the mountain.

"Are you sure it's not your own scent?" Blackheart asked, knowing Coldspirit was from IceClan.

Coldspirit turned to her. His eyes gave a serious tone. The black-and-white tom turned back around. Blackheart glanced towards the front of the line. A white shape appeared from behind a snow-covered rock. It was a white she-cat with light blue eyes. She padded over to the three traveling cats.

The white she-cat meowed, "What are you doing way over here in the mountains of IceClan?"

"We could ask you the same question." Coldspirit replied.

"I have been in these mountains since I was exiled from IceClan. I am Icetail." Icetail replied.