"Avalanche!" Moonflight yowled back, and added a little more quietly, "Ermineheart is gone."
As fast as it had started, the tumble of snow stopped and Moonflight cautiously stepped down to the ground. It was safe. "Ermineheart!" she yowled, seeing the pure-white pelt of the pretty she-cat among the ice. Moonflight dashed towards the bruised and battered body. The head was twisted at an odd angle. Sadly she pressed her nose into the warrior's fur, already beginning to smell like death.