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"Whitestar, do you think they are at camp?" Rainpaw asked worried.
"Yes and by the smell of them there are a lot," Whitestar said while looking over at him, "Rainpaw, I must tell you this is my last life."
Rainpaw didn't answer him. He was too shocked to hear this. Whitestar looked like he still had nine lives yet.
They entered camp with cats fighting and screeching. Rainpaw jumped on the nearest one. He dug his claws into the dark brown tom and bit his ear. The cat turned and fled a small growl.
Rainpaw surveyed the battle. Snowstorm and Blackheart struggled against a well known cat to Rainpaw. It was Razor the rogues leader. What do they want with us, Rainpaw thought. He was about to help but Birchstripe gave a yowl of help. He was fighting a black she-cat. She was about three sizes bigger than him.
Rainpaw raked his claws against the black she-cat who was fighting Birchstripe. A cat bowled him over and raked his claws against him. They clawed and bit at each other.
Birchstripe jumped and hit the cat. Rainpaw turned and saw three cats on Graypaw. With a yowl Rainpaw jumped and bit hard on the cat's neck.
The cat ran away with another cat. Graypaw clawed the last cat's ear who turned and fled. None of the rogue cats remained. Rainpaw turned to his friend.
"Where is Sandpaw?" Rainpaw asked his friend who had a long scratch on his leg. Graypaw suddenly looked worried and looked for Sandpaw.
Sandpaw lay on the ground. Fernpool was putting cobwebs on her wound. Graypaw hurried towards them as fast as he could. Rainpaw knew she was alive by her chest rising and falling.
Rainpaw scanned the area for anymore wounded cats. Only one cat lay still on the ground. It was a gray tom, it was Snowstorm.
Rainpaw hurried over to his wounded father. A deep gash lay across his back and neck. Blood poured out furiously and didn't stop.
"Snowstorm," Rainpaw said, while prodding him with a paw. Snowstorm opened his eyes. His green eyes getting duller and duller.
"Rainpaw?" he mewed in a whisper.
"Don't worry I'll get Fernpool-," Rainpaw started to say but Snowstorm went and shut his mouth with his tail like he did when Rainpaw was a little kit. I am still little, he thought.
"No, I'm on my to Starclan," Snowstorm continued, "tell Whitestar that Graypaw is ready to become a warrior. Rainpaw, I had my doubts that you will become a great warrior because of your size. I know I'm horrible of thinking that but I just did. But I say this, I was wrong. Your even greater then the best warrior I have ever seen. I'm very, very proud of you. Remember I will always love you…"
Snowstorm gave him a last proud glance before giving a shudder and dying. Rainpaw's throat tightened. Even his father had doubts about him. I better go tell Whitestar what Snowstorm said. I will never hear his voice again. Rainstorm shook his head and went towards the leader's den.
He padded towards Whitestar's den. Rainpaw looked inside and saw that Fernpool was looking over Whitestar's wounds. Please not another Thunderclan cat will die.
"Rainpaw, come forward," Whitestar wheezed out, "I can scent that you are there."
Rainpaw padded forward on unsteady paws. He saw that a gash was bleeding, furiously. Rainpaw looked at Fernpool.
"No, he's not going to live," Fernpool said quietly, "there is nothing I can do. Only if Starshine was here. She would know how to save him…," She turned and left without a word.
"Rainpaw," Whitestar wheezed, "tell Fernpool it is not her fault. Also tell Snowstorm he is going to be Snowstar." He started to cough.
"Snowstorm is dead," Rainpaw said while his voice cracked from grief.
"I will meet him in Starclan then. Rainpaw tell Owlwing he is the new deputy. That means he will be the next leader. Finally, Rainpaw your ready to become a warrior."
Whitestar, the most loyal cat in Thunderclan, died. Rainpaw sent up a silent prayer to Starclan. Please keep Snowstorm and Whitestar safe.
Rainpaw left the dead leader and found Owlwing. He was licking his wounds.
"Snowstorm is dead, and Whitestar appointed you deputy," Rainpaw said, "also Whitestar just died."
Owlwing blinked at him. Sadness, confusion, and oddly excitement flared in his eyes. He then quickly got up and jumped on to the Greatledge.
"All cats gather around for a clan meeting," Owlwing's yowl went through the camp.
Thunderclan gathered around who could still stay on their paws.
"I have sad news that Snowstorm and Whitestar are dead," Owlwing mewed, "I was appointed deputy before Whitestar died. Tonight, I will go to Moonpool and get my nine lives.
I also must appoint a deputy," Owlwing's gaze swept over each warrior, "my new deputy will be Moontail." Everyone's gaze went to the black she-cat. She just dipped her head.
"Moontail! Moontail!" the clan yowled at the top of their voice. Owlwing turned and went into his den. Would he be a good leader, Rainpaw thought.
There is that long enough. I wrote this with a huge headache. So I am not pissed. I AM NOT PISSED!! Okay maybe I am. I hope you liked it though. Also make sure you post reviews on your favorite name (It can be from any clan), spelling mistakes, and a comment. Thank you FanGirl for making a comment.