"But Blizzardpaw, what happened to the Clan? Are they okay?" Ravenheart mewed fretfully. Sealfin was completely oblivious to the other two cats as she nudged Frostpelt, her father. He lay motionless in the deep snow. Blizzardpaw met her anxious blue eyes steadily. "Not exactly," he mewed. "Lynxfoot-" he stopped, glancing anxiously at Sealfin, who had looked up at the mention of her old mentor. "She's still alive, but the coyotes bit her tail off." Sealfin's eyes filled with pain and sympathy for her former mentor. Ravenheart gently laid her tail on Sealfin's back.
"And Willowmoon," Blizzardpaw mewed, and Ravenheart's fur bristled in frightened anticipation. "She made the Clan hopeful, and soothed their pain- they didn't want that, so… they killed her. I'm really sorry, Raven-"
"I'll kill them!" Ravenheart hissed, the fear in her eyes replaced by rage cold enough to reverse the Melting. "I'll rip their ugly heads from their bodies!" She turned and sprinted towards the camp. Sealfin was after her in an instant, bowling Ravenheart over into the snow.
"Don't, Ravenheart! We need to get Frostpelt to Wisp! Besides, there's no telling what they'd do to you if they saw you!"
Ravenheart hung her head and followed Sealfin once she was released from her grip.
Sealfin lugged a barely breathing Frostpelt into the middle of the polar bear camp. In the bear tongue she rapidly begged for Wisp's services. Wisp slowly replied, and Sealfin's face fell.
"No." she whispered. She turned to the other two. "Frostpelt's dead. We were too late." Ravenheart and Blizzardpaw bowed their heads. Sealfin's head jerked up. "What…Ripplestar!"
Ravenheart and Blizzardpaw whipped around. Ripplestar was bounding towards them, but behind her raced two enraged coyotes.