Snow fell on bare rocks near a cave. A white she-cat sat under the cave's open entrance, gazing out into the blizzard. She switched her gaze to three white cats that were trudging on the snowy mountain towards the IceClan camp. They seemed shocked at something. One of the cats was holding a black pelt in his jaws. The she-cat recognized the black cat. It was the late Blackheart, who died from getting too cold on the journey to MoonClan.

A meow called out, "Who is that cat in the cave?" Another white cat mewed, "Is that Icetail?" Icetail glared at them. They knew who she was. They still remembered her exile if they knew her name. She meowed in response, "I am Icetail. You have a fallen DarkClan warrior with you." The IceClan cats glanced at each other in worry. Then the tom who had Blackheart gently put the black she-cat's body down. He meowed, "Do you want to bury her?" Icetail replied, "It would be best to take her to DarkClan." The tom agreed with a flick of his tail, signaling to the other warriors to take Blackheart back. The two warriors left with the DarkClan warrior's body. The tom left with them. Icetail curled up to sleep since the blizzard wouldn't stop.