Time from last chapter: None

Coldheart walked around as he explained about IceClan territory and before the Raging War it was RiverClan's. IceClan was technically the descendants of RiverClan, but Coldheart didn't hint that Goldenpaw and he were pure loners actually. Coldheart also showed what the clans before the Raging War called "the island," but now the island had a name. It was now called Stray Island.

By the time Coldheart got back to camp, he already showed how to catch trout to Goldenpaw. His feet were wet and he flopped into his nest.

"Please Coldheart? It would be wonderful if I came back with a nice fat fish for my clanmates!" Goldenpaw pleaded. Coldheart had sighed. Coldheart's mouth twitched with amusement as he recalled the memory. But soon after, he fell asleep.

Coldheart was bounding through the forest. He felt a little hope inside him, but most hope gone. He walked in and out of a weird thing. In and out. In again. Out another, and Coldheart constantly saw flashes of a twoleg den. A twoleg kit picked him up. He itched himself to squirm, but he couldn't. Only when he saw his fur he nearly yelped with surprise. Was this his future? As an elder, would he live a life as a kittypet? It couldn't be. Unless... unless...

It's the color of my mother's fur, Coldheart remembered the last time he saw her, could it be? Could I be seeing from my mother's eyes?