Across a barren forest, a screech lights up the otherwise silent night. Past the barren forest a small ginger cat hung from the edge of a frosted cliff. "You'll never do it," she snarled, glaring up at the massive black cat above her. Ravenfeather, the larger one smirked as he took a step closer toward the edge of the bluff. "Oh," he grinned madly, "but I already did." With a single swipe of his paws, the small she-cat began falling to her death. Ravenfeather smiled as Hazelclaw hit the ground with a sickening thud. Hazelclaw, an Articclan warrior, had been exploring the territory when Ravenfeather caught her alone. After making sure she didn't rise again, he swiftly turned away and pranced back into the forest of ice, as if nothing happened.

A cold breeze stirred in the already frozen tundra. A group of cats, maybe 24 of them, huddled beneath an icy ledge. On top the ledge was a tall and muscular cat with calico fur and a scar down one of his eyes. Standing beside him was a large black cat with a patch of white on his chest and a single white paw. His ice blue eyes were cold but he held his head high. Glaring at the group below him, Hawkstar growled in a low, deep voice, "one of you worthless piles of dung stole my chunk of seal. Now one of you speak up or Ravenfeather will kill one of you at random." No cat said a word. Ravenfeather grinned down at the group. "One last chance..."