Characters:

Whitefrost- white tom with light grey and dark grey calico, and glowing golden eyes

Nightsnow- black she-cat with white spots, and piercing blue eyes (Whitefrost's mate)

Ivyleaf- light grey and white calico she-cat with mossy green eyes (Whitefrost's kit)

Applefrost- dark brown tabby tom with a white chest and front paws, and sky blue eyes (Ivyleaf's mate)

Icefall- white and light grey calico tabby she-cat with pale blue eyes (Whitefrost's sister)

Snowsplash- white she-cat with light and dark grey leopard spots, and blue eyes (Whitefrost's mother)

Greystrike- long furred light grey tom with mint green eyes (Whitefrost's father)

Fallenfeather- white she-cat with brown tabby patches and golden eyes (Whitefrost's mentor)

Memories

I could tell that I was going to die soon, maybe in a couple moments, but not right now. My breathing was becoming more ragged and labored. I had caught an unknown disease, that was apparently fatal. The bad part about it though, is that instead of killing you within a few days, it takes moons. I had known about this since four moons ago. You know how they say that your life will flash before your eyes before you die, well that is what was happening to me now. I was back to being a kit again...

"Come on Whitekit! I wanna go play!" Icekit meowed impatiently. walking to the mouth of the nursery.

"Why can't we just stay in here where it's warm; it's cold out there!", I whimpered to my sister.

"But it's no fun in here! I wanna go explore! Now come on!", she whined looking at me with big, pleading eyes.

"Fine, but you owe me Icekit!", I yowled at the calico she-kit, as she bounded out of the nursery. I followed her out into the clearing. Our mother said that it would be leaf-bare soon, so it would be getting colder, but nothing would of prepared me for what I felt. It was freezing! The wind was blowing hard, and was buffering my little body from side to side.

"It's freezing out here!", I whined to my thicker furred sister.

"I think it feels good!", she squeaked back.

"I think you are a mousebrain!", I replied to my sister, who was up to her back in this white stuff that mother says is called snow.

"This is fun, Whitekit! Live a little!", she answered looking over her shoulder and flicking her tail at a nearby den, "Let's go explore!"

"Are you sure Icekit? I think we might get in trouble."

"Come on Whitekit! Have some fun for once!", Icekit whined at me. She had an annoyed look on her face.

"Okay if you're so sure about it," I mewed walking into the dark den.

Of course the den we stumbled into was the warriors den and we got into a little bit of trouble, but luckily the cat that we ran into was Fallenfeather, my future mentor even though I didn't know it at the time. My mother and father were so proud the day I got my apprenticeship...

"From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Whitepaw. Your mentor will be Fallenfeather. I hope Fallenfeather will pass down all she knows on to you." Sandstar yowled from the top of highrock.

I heard Fallenfeather pad up behind me and as I looked at her she touched her nose to mine and the clan yowled my new name to StarClan above. I looked over at my parents and sister where she was sitting next to her new mentor, Quickstep. Their eyes were full of pride and love.

"Whitepaw are you coming?", Fallenfeather asked, "I asked you if you wanted to go on a tour of the territory?"

"Yes! Definitely!", I cried, running out of the clearing, stride for stride with my mentor.

Looking back on that day, it was such a joyous occasion. Me and my sister both had everything we could have ever wanted, but we knew it couldn't last. Our father, Greystrike, had been sick for a long time, us being kits we didn't notice. He would try to help us out best he could and he would always want to share fresh-kill with us. We noticed that whenever he helped us practice our battle moves, that he would get short of breath really quick, but we thought nothing of it. We found out later that he had early stages of greencough, but it was too late. He died soon after he caught the deadly infection. Our mother stayed strong for both of us, and grew to be a great cat to go to in terms of advice. Even though he was the only parent that was alive at the time of our warriors ceremony, we had a feeling that our father was there as well...

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Whitepaw, from this moment you will be known as Whitefrost. StarClan honors your bravery and skill, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan!", Sandstar yowled down at my sister and I. The clan yowled our new names to StarClan and we took in all of the praise and glory. Our mother was yowling the loudest, apparently making up for both her and father. My sister and I exchanged looks before walking over to talk and receive the clans congratulations. When we sat our first vigil it was strange. We both knew that our lives had just taken a huge turn and I, at least, felt kind of lonely. I knew that I still had my mother and my sister, but for that night I felt a twinge of fear of being alone.

A few moons after that I asked the love of my life, Nightsnow, to become my mate after she received her warrior name. She and I had hit it off really quick. I remember the way her blue eyes had glowed with love and affection towards me. I have loved her for almost thirty six moons, and I don't intend to stop soon. She is the only cat for me and I have often times found myself asking her why she chose me, but her answer remains the same after all this time, which is, "You were the only tom for me. Even when I was young, I knew that I would someday become your mate."

We had had one kit in all that time, and she was perfect in every way, well at least in my eyes she was. Her name was Ivyleaf, and she was beautiful. Her grey and white calico pelt reminded me of my mother's, and her mossy green eyes reminded me of my father's. She had my disposition and her mother's hunting and fighting skills.

We had found out after Nightsnow's hard kitting that she was unable to bear anymore kits. We were devastated, but we were happy that we still had Ivyleaf. She was the most curious kit that I had ever seen and made everyone laugh. She looked for trouble and if she sat still she would start kneading her paws and twitching her tail.

My sister grew up and got a mate of her own, but found out later that she could not have kits, so when an abandoned kit was found one night she immediately took it in as her own and named him, Applekit. He was a handsome kit; his fur the shade of oak tree bark and his eyes the color of the sky. He was Ivyleaf's best friend and soon after they received their warrior names, they announced that they had become mates.

I couldn't have asked for a better life, but I still wish that I had more time even just a day to tell everyone that I once knew how I felt and thought of them, but alas that is not my destiny. I know that some may mourn my passing and some may not, but I still wish them all a happy and successful life. They all deserve to feel what I once had, and still have, but if I had to tell one piece of advice to everyone that I knew, I would say, live each and every day to the fullest and love like no one knows.

As my breath rose and fell for the last time, I felt an extreme sense of peace wash over me. I closed my eyes for the last time, and let StarClan claim my soul.

As I opened my eyes to look upon this new setting, I saw my mother staring at me with all her love in her blue eyes.

"Welcome home Whitefrost."

In memorial of Ron D. Spangenberg, my grandfather. You taught me all I knew about love and how to be strong and never give up when things get hard. You will forever be in my heart.