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Claimer: I do own the following oneshot, except for the dialogue you recognise from books.
Set in The Darkest Hour
Moletail Fanfiction Productions Present...
A Studio Warriors Film...
BLOOD ON MY CLAWS
A Oneshot About Whitestorm's Death
"LionClan, attack!"LionClan, that is, the four forest Clans combined, moved forwards. I hissed and spat at the BloodClan warriors. A fierce BloodClan she-cat with grey fur sneered at me as she sent me to the ground.
For some strange reason, she got off of me. "Here now--" I began. Too late, Whitestorm, I realised as Bone, the BloodClan deputy, came hurtling towards me. He pinned me down easily with his strength, laughing in triumph. The grey cat was letting Bone do the honours. White deputy kills white deputy. It works.
However, which white deputy was the killer, and which one was the dead meat?
I went limp. Bone came down for the final blow. Surging upwards, I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Some deputy! I cut my claws across his open underbelly. He yowled in pain. I grinned, then slashed the air.
The air, yes! Bone had moved. I tumbled to the ground again, off balance. Groggily getting up again, I found Bone grinning as he slashed my chest and dealt a blow to the side of my head.
Good-bye, world.
"No!"
That was...Firestar's voice? Oh, good...Bone would be dead soon, hopefully.
Firestar came to sit beside me. "Good-bye, Firestar," I whispered.
"Whitestorm, no!" he exclaimed. "Greystripe, find Cinderpelt."
"Too late," I croaked steadily. "I go to hunt with StarClan."
"You can't--the Clan needs you! I need you!" he persisted.
"You will find others..." I rasped. My eyes flicked from Greystripe to Firestar again. Could Firestar get blinder than this? "Trust your heart, Firestar. You have always known that Greystripe is the cat that StarClan destined to be your deputy."
I sighed and closed my eyes as I left to join StarClan, with blood on my claws.