Icepaw run to the edge of the water and called "Quickheart! Quickheart!" No one answered except the echo of the cavern and the rush of water. She ran around the sand shouting for her brother, every time she shouted there was no answer. Icepaw felt the salty tears tug at her eyes as she returned to silver paw and felt the legs give way underneath her. Quickheart was gone and maybe even dead, and it was all her fault, It was her idea to explore the Riverclan border and know she might have just lost her brother. Icepaw struggled to keep her eyes open as she slipped into a dark sleep.
She was in a clearing and in the distance a small light glowed, A Starclan warrior! The warrior padded up to Icepaw and sat cowering over Icepaw with a disapproving face. Icepaw was speechless and had to force out words that made her heart sting. "Is Quickheart dead?" The warriors eyes burned into her as It stalked away. Icepaw sat confused and the warrior turned and a deep voice boomed. "Come." Icepaw skiddishly followed the warrior and were the warrior sat a image appeared on the ground. It was a shore, just like the one Icepaw had been on, a cat lay in the middle and when Icepaw looked closer...