Battle raged around me. I drove off a cream cat before a huge black and white tom swiped at my muzzle. I quickly attacked, leaping onto the tom's back. I had recognized him as Bone, the Bloodclan deputy. I scraped my claws on his back, causing him to yowl in pain. He bucked me off and leaped at me, but I was ready. We fought for a while, but I soon tired. He had me pinned, his claws digging into my side. He ginned evilly, lunging at my neck. The last thing I saw was a flash of orange fur.
Author's Note: The challenge for Emberclan was to write a story with exactly 100 words. I can not tell you how many times I counted to ten. Well actually I can: 20. No kidding. I hope you liked my short story of Whitestorm's death. Why not come join Emberclan? It would be great to get more members. We have fun challenges, games, and role-play. Just don't forget to tell them who sent you! Wow, just noticed that this note is almost as long as the actual story. :)