I've seen a lot of Whitestorm stories, how he knew that he would die. It was obvious. I figured I would write my own. I might also write one about Moonflower. I'm pretty sure she knew something. I mean... Come on! But anyway, I hope my own Whitestorm story is different from the other ones you've seen.

"I'm going hunting, Whitestorm. Would you like to come with me?" Bluefur asked.

Whitestorm looked up at Bluefur with warm eyes. "Yes, please!"

He mewed a hasty goodbye to Frostfur, whom he was sharing tongues with and padded out of the Warriors's Den. "Where are we going?"

"I was thinking Sunningrocks. No cat has hunted there for a while."

"Sure!" Whitestorm mewed.

They raced out of camp, their paws skimming the ground as they rushed through the woods. Whitestorm had never felt more free. He skidded to a halt as they neared Sunningrocks.

"Whitestorm, there is something I must tell you." Bluefur begin.

"Yes?"

"Long ago, Goosefeather gave me a prophecy. He said that water will destroy me. Last night, Snowfur visited me. She said that in the battle of blood, the storm battling so fiercely shall not return. I know that you only gained your warrior name yesterday, but I sense Snowfur wishes me to tell you now." Bluefur mewed seriously.

Whitestorm looked at his kin, his amber gaze darkening. "This is a prophecy? About me?"

"Yes. In the battle of blood, the storm battling so fiercely shall not return."

Whitestorm looked at the ThunderClan camp, getting ready for the war with BloodClan.

"Whitestorm!" Firestar called. "I need you in the battle in two days. Get some rest."

Whitestorm nodded, exhaustion creeping it's way into his fur. "Thank you, Firestar." He trudged into the Warrior's Den and curled up in his nest.

"Whitestorm!" A white she-cat called to him. "Do you know who I am?"

"Snowfur." Whitestorm breathed.

"I am so proud of you, my little kit." She mewed sadly. "But you are nearing the time when you will join my sister and I." She padded so close to Whitestorm that their fur was touching. "In the battle of blood, the storm battling so fiercely shall not return."

Whitestorm gazed at her. "So it is this battle. I was suspecting so."

"Fear not, my warrior. A cat will take your place and make ThunderClan strong. Nothing will defeat it when he is deputy." Snowfur comforted.

"Who is this warrior?" Whitestorm asked. "Firestar needs to know."

"A warrior whos loyalty has been tested, but found at last where his heart lies." Snowfur breathed into his ear. "Now rest up, the whole of StarClan will be fighting by your side in your final battle."

She curled around him and Whitestorm nestled into her fur, feeling the safety of being by his mother's side. The last thing he heard as he drifted off to sleep was Snowfur's soft purr. "I love you."

Should I talk to Firestar? I don't want to die. But I respect his decision as leader. I must talk to him.

"Firestar. May I have a word?" Whitestorm asked calmly.

The flame pelted leader blinked at Whitestorm warmly. "Of course. Come." He lead Whitestorm through the camp, at last finding a private place to talk. "What would you like?"

"Firestar, did you ever consider leaving the forest?"

"Of course not! This is our home!" Firestar protested.

Whitestorm pretended he didn't see the look of shock in his leader's eyes. "Cats are going to die, Firestar."

Firestar looked down. "I know, Whitestorm. But the forest is our home. It has been for seasons. How could we leave it?"

Whitestorm gave up. "I've told you what I've thought. That's what a deputy is for. I respect your decision and will fight to the end of my life for ThunderClan."

"No, Whitestorm. You're not going to-" Firestar choked.

"I don't envy you, Firestar. No sane cat would." Whitestorm mewed calmly, stretching each leg in turn.

He padded away from his leader, shame burning his fur. I'm not a coward. I will die in this battle. And I will die fighting.

"Attack, LionClan!" Firestar yowled.

Whitestorm felt a rush of pride for his leader. He leaped into the fray of whirling, screaming cats. The white warrior landed on a large black tom.

"You do not belong in this forest. Go back to the Twolegplace, where you belong." Whitestorm hissed. He bared his teeth and bit his ear. He clawed the toms flank and sent him yowling into the bushes. Into the direction of the Twolegplace. He noted with pride. The tom spotted Darkstripe tussling with Firestar. He was about to help when Graystripe interfered. They got it. Whitestorm thought.

Suddenly he saw Brackenfur attacking three cats at once. Whitestorm raced over and tackled a small gray she-cat. Brackenfur nodded his thanks and continued to fight two other cats. Whitestorm bit the she-cats throat, not deep and sent her pelting back to the Twolegplace.

The white warrior was about to go help Brackenfur again when he realized Mistyfoot was already by his side. Then Whitestorm locked eyes with Bone. You want to go? Let's go.

The two cats leaped, meeting each other in the air. Bone used his greater weight to knock Whitestorm over and pinned him down. "It's over, little warrior." He spat. Bone tore Whitestorm's ear clean off, washing him in blood. Whitestorm managed to slice Bone's chest, splattering more blood on him, but it was no real damage.

He was dimly aware of Graystripe's yowl. "Firestar, look!"

As Bone leaned down for the killing bite, a wave of apprentices tackled him. Whitestorm lay on the ground unmoving as Bluestar's and Snowfur's words echoed through his head.

"In the battle of blood, the storm battling fiercely shall not return."

Their sweet scents flooded his nostrils. "I'm ready." He murmered.

"Not yet, my sweet." Snowfur whispered.

Firestar's figure loomed in front of him. "Whitestorm, no! I need you."

"Do not worry, Firestar." Whitestorm gazed fondly at Graystripe.

"A warrior whos loyalty has been tested, but found at last where his heart lies."

"You always knew that that is the cat StarClan destined to be deputy." He breathed. He closed his eyes, ready for Snowfur and Bluestar to take him to StarClan. He stopped breathing and opened his eyes.

"It's been a while, Whitestorm." Bluestar mewed.

Her old sickness and age had gone, leaving the young cat that Whitestorm once knew. Snowfur pointed her muzzle to the battle. "Look"

Whitestorm got up, his pelt heathy and sleek. He turned his head back to his grieving leader.

"I say these words before the body of Whitestorm, so his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Graystripe will be the new deputy of ThunderClan." Firestar yowled to the sky.

"Graystripe! Graystripe!" Sandstorm and Dustpelt yowled, their gazes approving.

"Come, Whitestorm. Come meet your mother, and your grand-mother." Bluestar mewed, nudging her kin.

Whitestorm's amber eyes brightened. "I'm ready."

What do you think!? Is it different? I hope so. I tried to make it long, but it's not super long. Well, I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to review! (: