Hello, people. I am not dead… I swear!
So, about the Soul Keeper…
It's not dead either!
I am working on it every day, but I am losing interest…
So, here's a new story… WITH MY OC'S and warriors

Introduction
Snow crunched under Whispstar's paws as he led 9 cats across the shore of an ice-covered lake. Blistering wind, as cold as the icy water of the lake, whipped large snowflakes at the cats. So much snow had fallen, that Whispstar's blue-grey tabby pelt was dusted with snow. Despite the white-out conditions, he could make out a few large cats, and a few small cats leaping in the snow. Whispstar focused on a grey tabby tom, who was glaring at the pine forest across the lake. The grey tabby tom flashed a gaze as Whispstar, as Whispstar heard a deep, faint sigh from the tabby tom. A grey and white she-cat was sinking in the snow, as a small ginger tom held his head high, since snow went up to his neck. A ginger tabby she-cat was helping a fluffy golden-brown speckled tom, as Whispstar saw the old cedar tree that stood alone on the island. "Hold on! We are almost there!" Whispstar called as they walked faster.
Behind the cedar of the island, the snow was only flurries and the wind, only a very soft breeze. Whispstar calmly relaxed as he began to shiver. He looked at the cats. Their pelts where soaked in snow, their eyes crusted with ice. "We had to leave during a blizzard?" The fluffy golden-brown tom with a speckled pelt snorted as Whispstar glared at the young warrior, Dashfeather. The ginger tabby she-cat rolled her eyes and meowed, "Sometimes StarClan wants us to freeze."
Whispstar looked at them and mewed, "Everyone here?"
"Hmmm… Let's see. You, Clawswipe, Sootspring, Me, Fallenshard, Lilyheart, Dashfeather, Robinpaw, Gulchpaw, and Softpaw." The ginger tabby she-cat meowed to the tom, as the grey and white she-cat added, "Yes." She gave her chest fur some good licks as she pressed her muzzle to a cracked green shard of glass, laced around her neck. I hope Fallenshard doesn't make the tribe fear her, Whispstar thought as the grey and white she-cat, Fallenshard, turned to face the lake. The small ginger tom walked over as Fallenshard put her paw into the icy water. Whispstar felt his heart crack. Fallenshard was leaving behind her home, the one place she had been for her entire life. The small ginger tom whispered something into her ear as Fallenshard looked at the black sky. She'll be fine. Clawswipe will make sure she is alright. Whispstar mumbled to himself, as he saw something on the lake. A light, shining through the snow. Goldenbreeze. Whispstar suddenly called all the cats over. "We are to leave. Cherryfall, I shall pass on my leadership to you. Lead ThunderClan well." Whispstar meowed to the ginger tabby she-cat, whose eyes shone. "I will."
The second she-cat who wasn't coming looked up, her blue eyes deep with color as she whispered, "Good luck."
"Goodbye, Lilyheart…"
The cats walked into the white blizzard, as Whispstar let Clawswipe take the lead, as the small tom nodded. Suddenly, Whispstar turned to where Cherryfall and Lilyheart where. Lilyheart had called out, very faintly, "May StarClan light your path…"

This will be a sad story… I LIKE TO MAKE PEOPLE CRY!