The war was becoming harder and harder, but there was still no end in sight. Froststorm's life was falling into shambles. Her friend was gone. The news of disappearance and death of her Clanmates seemed to pop up everywhere. All the plans Froststorm made to solve this had been blown apart. There seemed to be no solid ground anywhere. Everywhere she stood, she sank down, just scrambling to get out. So there only seemed to be one choice: she had to go on a journey to the past. Find a cat that no Clan cat had seen in years, and maybe everything would be solved. Maybe there was a connection between past and present. Not just the Clans' past, but Froststorm's, too. But at the end of the day, Froststorm learned one thing. Betrayal never comes from your enemy.