Here is a short story about Millie! Enjoy!
I touched noses with my mate, Graystripe.
He looked at me with sad yellow eyes. "Are you sure that you wish to remain a warrior?"
I fixed him with a look. "While I am still strong, I will continue to serve our Clan."
Suddenly, Seedpaw bounded into camp, her amber eyes glistening with fear. "Foxes are attacking the patrol! They need reinforcements!"
I stepped forward. "I will come."
My daughter, Blossomfall, stepped forward as well. "As will I," she meowed strongly.
A few more warriors volunteered, and then we were off. I bid my mate farewell and then followed my patrol out of camp.
It did not take long until we could hear the first patrol's cries of pain.
"ThunderClan, attack!" Squirrelflight yowled, and I darted forward. I sprang onto the first fox I came by; it was the largest of the three- the father. I dug my claws into his fur, enjoying the feeling of his blood on my paws.
I am a true warrior!
I snarled, swiping at the creature. My claws connected with his ear, and I tore the thin flesh into a ragged 'V' shape.
The fox let out a low growl and shook his broad shoulders. I tried to hang on but I was flung to the ground. I hopped to my paws, shaking out my ruffled fur.
"Millie, aim high!" Cloudtail came barreling forward, attacking the fox from below.
I darted forward again, leaping onto the great beast. I dug my claws into flesh, tearing.
The fox let out a pained howl and collapsed onto the ground panting.
"Cloudtail!" I cried out, looking around in horror. I relaxed when I saw the white warrior clamber out from beneath the fox.
"I'm okay," he puffed, licking his bloodied fur.
I stood up, flexing my muscles; I was unharmed other than a narrow scratch on my shoulder. I looked around to see that the rest of the patrol had driven off the other two foxes. Suddenly, Cloudtail let out a warning yowl and I felt a sharp pain burst through my side. I struggled to turn around, realizing that the fox had me in his jaws.
"Millie, hold on!" Cloudtail yowled, springing forward. He slashed at the animal but was soon flung away.
I felt my vision darkening as the fox tightened its grip on. Blood was pooling from my side but I hardly felt the pain anymore. I allowed myself to go limp in the animal's jaws, sighing in pain and exhaustion.
Goodbye, my precious Graystripe. And you, Briarlight, Bumblestripe, and Blossomfall.
Suddenly my ears pricked.
Blossomfall!
I looked around, noticing my daughter's dappled pelt in the crowd of cats. Her amber eyes were wide with terror. "Millie!" she cried out.
I gave a weak smile before taking one last breath and giving in to the blackness.
If you haven't caught on, I'm writing a short story for each of Snowstorm's victims.