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"LionClan, attack!"

The yowl was still ringing in Whitestorm's ears as the wave of cats surged forward and crashed into the advancing BloodClan line with Firestar leading them. The deputy hissed, gathered all his courage and strength and leaped forward, careening into a dark tabby as the battle began.

The tabby spun around, snarled, and clawed at the Clan cat's face as Whitestorm bit down on his shoulder. He was much bigger than the white warrior, and he threw himself down, pinning Whitestorm to the ground. But Whitestorm was ready, and he pushed up into the tabby's belly with his hind legs, flinging the attacker back across Fourtrees. Before the BloodClan tom could regain his senses, Whitestorm jumped into the fight and left the tabby staring after him.

Cats swirled around Whitestorm screeching and slashing with unsheathed claws as he pressed forward to see where Firestar and Scourge were. For Firestar had certainly gone after the small, cruel leader of these fierce cats. Scourge held them together; they had no trust in StarClan, and without him the Twolegplace warriors would break apart and run back to their homes.

The ThunderClan deputy ducked just as a wildly flung paw stretched near his head, and he looked at it to see Runningbrook, a light gray queen from WindClan, battling furiously with a gigantic black she-cat. They struggled together for a heartbeat, and then the black warrior hissed triumphantly and pressed Runningbrook into the ground.

Whitestorm yowled and leaped at the she-cat. She looked up in surprise as he slammed into her side and threw her away from the WindClan queen. Runningbrook stood and together they pushed the black BloodClan female even farther back until she turned and ran away, howling, into the seething mass of cats.

Runningbrook, breathless, nodded her thanks and she darted away to help one of her Clanmates.

Whitestorm narrowed his eyes. Just then a calico she-cat growled at him, and he spun around to face her just as she leaped. Her claws scored down his side and the deputy's blood was spattering the grass even before he could react, and the calico turned as she jumped past and went for him again. Whitestorm ducked at the last moment and she swerved over his head and crashed into Blackclaw and Shadepelt. They twisted to meet her and lashed out with their forepaws.

Whitestorm felt the gash from the calico's claws sting painfully, but he braced himself and dived back to the direction where he ha last seen Firestar.

He passed Graystripe grappling with a huge tom and Willowpelt snarling at a tortoiseshell. The two looked like they were holding their own and Whitestorm ran forward again.

Cloudtail stumbled into Whitestorm's path, his legs torn and oozing scarlet. "Brightheart!" he stammered. "Have - have you seen her?"

Whitestorm rose his head and stared around. After a minute he caught side of the injured ginger-and-white she-cat trapped underneath a light brown tom and pointed with his tail. With a screech of rage, Cloudtail leaped to the queen's defense and the toms looked up in surprise as claws and teeth ripped at their fur. The smaller tabby turned tail and bolted to find an easier fight, and Brightheart and Cloudtail attacked the remaining warrior.

Whitestorm looked anxiously for somewhere that he could fight – or even better, to find Firestar and help him defeat Scourge. Their only hope was to find the BloodClan leader and kill him; the Twolegplace fighters were too strong, and there were too many of them, to fight if they still had support from the small back tom.

Suddenly Morningflower burst from the ranks of Clan warriors and apprentices, and threw herself at a white tomcat, yowling, "Gorsepaw! Gorsepaw!" The tom stared up at her in shock, then spun around and bounded away from the furious she-cat avenging her kit's death. Whitestorm watched the BloodClan warrior flee and for a moment he felt glad. Maybe they would have a chance to win if all the warriors were fighting this way. Maybe they could strike down Scourge.

Then Whitestorm saw an opening in the fighting cats. He bounded through it and slammed into a tortoiseshell with a look of hatred on her face. The teeth studded collar scratched his muzzle as he snapped at her neck, but he ignored it.

"Go away, BloodClan cats! This isn't your place!" He growled menacingly and slashed the she-cat's flank. In response she sunk her fangs into his back. The deputy squirmed in her grip, but his blood seeped out from the bites and Whitestorm felt himself weakening. Darkness was on the edge of his vision, threatening in drown him if he lost more blood.

Then Sandstorm, with Dustpelt behind her, yowled a challenge at the she-cat. The tortoiseshell looked up and saw the hostile ThunderClan warriors coming at her with outstretched claws and bolted away from Whitestorm.

"Thanks," he gasped. Sandstorm nodded and the two young warriors chased after the BloodClan she-cat. Whitestorm staggered up, thick scarlet liquid dripping from his pelt. He should get to the medicine cats and be healed, but he didn't want to. He needed to stay and serve the Clan!

As the tom hesitated, a huge black and white tabby collided with him. With a jolt of terror, Whitestorm recognized Bone, the deputy to Scourge. Desperately the ThunderClan cat pummeled Bone's belly with his paws as the large warrior flung him to the earth in one quick throw. Whitestorm's claws slashed again and again, but they did not make the vicious cat even pause. The white tabby's fur was stained with red as Bone bit down on his throat, issuing a wide stream of blood from the injured neck.

Whitestorm howled feebly, and pain spread through his body like wildfire. Faintly he heard a cry of horror, heard pawsteps pounding towards him. Suddenly Bone was torn away, and Bramblepaw and Ashpaw clambered over him, covering the older and bigger tom with scratches.

A fiery colored cat entered his fading vision, his red pelt matching the scarlet of the blood that stung his eyes. Whitestorm's eyes glimmered. Firestar. And Graystripe was beside him.

Whitestorm almost smiled. He had done what he had wanted: fought to the best of his ability, and he let the tip of his tail twitch. In a rasping voice choked with blood he whispered to his leader. "Goodbye, Firestar."

"Whitestorm, no!" Firestar cried in disbelief and anguish. He glanced at his gray-pelted friend. "Graystripe, find Cinderpelt!" His meow rose to a wail.

"Too late." Whitestorm swallowed painfully. "I go to hunt with StarClan."

"You can't – the Clan needs you!"

"You will find others…" The dying deputy's gaze flicked over to Graystripe. "Trust your heart, Firestar. You have always know that Graystripe is the cat StarClan destined to be your deputy." Even as he said it, he knew it was true. The voices of StarClan were whispering in his head, calling to him.

"No – Whitestorm!"

Whitestorm blocked the young leader out, sensing the right time to leave. The voices of StarClan grew clearer, and in particular, Bluestar's steady meow, guiding him. He allowed the darkness to wash over his vision as Firestar watched, and his eyes grew glassy and dim. StarClan's purrs all around him as he waited at the edge of the cliff between the battle and endless hunting.

Jump. Now.

He leaped and let himself fall into nothingness.