Author's Note: Alright, guys, I need your opinion for this one. I had a hard time deciding how I wanted to do this story; I was torn between action based and a Cats of the Clans type thing. I decided the latter would be much easier to do, but that makes the chapters much shorter than I originally wanted them to be. I may end up redoing this chapter depending on if I choose to stick with this style. Let me know which one you think I should do in a review or PM. If I figure out how to do a poll on my profile, you may see one there.
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The first cat that came to Fireheart's mind was Whitestorm. He was a noble warrior, as well as a trusted friend to Bluestar. Additionally, he was well loved by all his Clanmates. No cat could argue that he wasn't worthy of a second life.
Whitestorm had been one of the first few ThunderClan cats Fireheart met, before he even became an apprentice. He remembered the fateful day of his choice to leave the Twolegplace behind to join the wild cats. Bluestar had sent Whitestorm, as well as the noble warrior Lionheart, to fetch Fireheart, then called Rusty, and bring him back to camp. The former kittypet remembered his pride when Whitestorm had complimented his ability to keep up with the Clan cats as they journeyed through the vast forest of ThunderClan territory. Even now that he himself was a full-fledged warrior, Fireheart admired and respected the powerful white tom.
Whitestorm was one of the calmest, most reasonable warriors in the clan. He had been one of the first to consider Yellowfang's innocence when the entire clan believed her to be guilty of stealing ThunderClan kits. He had been willing to give her a chance in helping recover the kits from the ShadowClan camp, not even knowing if they were truly there.
After they had defeated Brokenstar, Whitestorm had further proved himself noble with a wise choice; promising the remaining ShadowClan warriors a moon of hunting in peace to recover from Brokenstar's tyrannical rule. He had earned ThunderClan possible allies and showed all the compassion that made their clan the best cats in the forest. He had also earned Fireheart's respect with the wisdom and kindness in his actions.
The white tom had been the one to declare that Fireheart and Graystripe had fought like warriors in the battle against ShadowClan. Fireheart remembered his pride on that day, as his Clan cheered for him. Fireheart couldn't deny the fact that he felt personal gratitude towards Whitestorm. But it wasn't just bias that made him consider the senior warrior as his choice.
Whitestorm was a powerful warrior, who had faithfully served his Clan for many moons. He had been a close friend of Bluestar for his entire life, especially after Tigerclaw's treachery. Fireheart's lip curled at the memory of the dark brown tabby, so deceitful in comparison to the noble white warrior. Whitestorm would make ten times the deputy, and then leader, that Tigerclaw would ever have been. It was clear that Whitestorm was worthy of a second life.
But did he need one? Fireheart watched the senior warrior from across the camp as he shared fresh-kill and talked with Bluestar. He was clearly enjoying the warm sun on his shoulders and the company of his leader. Fireheart could imagine him purring. Whitestorm had been content to serve his clan and while he had been through tough times like all of ThunderClan, Fireheart had no doubt that Whitestorm didn't regret a single moment of his life.
Whitestorm was a noble warrior. He would make a wonderful leader one day, but he wasn't the cat for a second life. There was still much he could do for his Clan with the life he had.