*Author's Note* SPOILERS!!! if you haven't read Dangerous Path, read no further! Also, if you haven't read Bluestar's Prophecy, I suggest you not read this series until you have. I'm planning on making a chapter for some characters in Bluestar's prophecy (best warriors book eva!) just a heads up! Enjoy and please comment!

-Tearsofwolves

Whitestorm followed Firestar silently through the forest. He knew very well that this could be his last battle, but he was glad to fight it for Firestar. He'd watched the young cat's progress through the Clan with interest. But, he missed Bluestar more than anyone. She'd practically raised him, and now she was gone. If he went to join StarClan today, he'd see both Bluestar and Snowfur, his mother.

He saw Fourtrees looming up before him. It was usually a place he looked forward to going to, but not today. Today, they'd be fighting BloodClan to the death. There was no other way to rid the forest of Scourge and his maniacal Clan.

"Firestar, are you sure we should do this," asked Whitestorm tentatively.

"Of course, Whitestorm. We have to unless we want Scourge to take the forest from us," replied Firestar. The ThunderClan cats made there way down the grassy slope silently, dreading what they'd find in the sacred place of truce. Whitestorm knew that fighting these cats would be different from fighting warriors. These cats had no honor and they would kill at the first chance they got. They didn't have the mercy that the warrior code commanded.

But, they also didn't believe in the power of StarClan, and the wise old warrior knew that that would be a great weakness, if not their downfall. Whitestorm saw that the other Clans had come. RiverClan and WindClan stood in the clearing. They were all waiting for TigerClan to come. That was when the fighting would begin. The battle to end all battles.

Slowly, but surely, Whitestorm saw as the cats of TigerClan poured over the grassy slope. (Then Firestar gives his little speech, yadda yadda yadda, then the fighting begins!)

Whitestorm leaped at a BloodClan warrior, digging his claws into its side until it yowled in pain and fled. He turned around to see Ravenpaw and Barely fighting side by side. When he turned around, he came face to face with a huge warrior.

He yowled at the huge BloodClan warrior that stood before him. The BloodClan warrior launched himself at Whitestorm, bowling him over. He slashed at Whitestorm's belly, staining his white fur crimson. Whitestorm yowled in agony and launched the BloodClan warrior off of his using his hind legs.

He scrambled to his paws and looked around the clearing frantically. Were they winning? He couldn't tell. Where was Firestar? Before he had a chance to find Firestar, the BloodClan deputy, Bone crashed into him, sending him sprawling up against one of the four great oaks. Now, he was fighting for his life. He slashed frantically at Bone's muzzle, but the huge warrior dodged it and landed a blow on the side of Whitestorm's face.

Whitestorm could faintly see the outline of two she-cats. They were standing on either side of him, watching him. He narrowed his eyes and cleared his mind. He leaped at Bone and just as the BloodClan deputy dodged the attack, he lashed at Bone, catching him off guard and sending him bowling over. Bluestar and Snowfur were matching his every move. He felt his mother's fury and love and his aunt's calmness and skill surging through him as the two she-cats guided him onwards, their pelts sparkling with stars. All around him, he could see the warriors of StarClan thronging through the clearing, lending their aid to the cats of the Clans. He even saw Thunderstar, Windstar, Riverstar, and Shadowstar on the GreatRock, looking down upon them.

He yowled and launched himself at Bone, but the huge tom dodged and Whitestorm landed ungracefully on the ground in a heap of fur. Bone seized his chance and pinned Whitestorm down, locking his teeth around the white warrior's throat. Whitestorm saw shadows forming on the edge of his vision. He could see Bluestar and Snowfur clearly now, his aunt's beautiful blue-gray fur, and his mother's brilliant white fur, both shining with stars.

"Come, Whitestorm, it is time for you to join StarClan," said Snowfur. Whitestorm struggled to rise. He had to find Firestar and tell him one last. Thing.

"Whitestorm, no!" he heard his leader yowl. He saw the young ginger tom racing towards him with Graystripe.

"It is time for me to join the ranks of StarClan. You must make Graystripe you deputy," he rasped.

"Are you sure, Whitestorm?" asked Firestar, his voice heavy with grief.

"Yes," he replied and lost himself in the never-ending peace.