Chapter Twenty Five

A/N: Hi. Guess what? Time to show Whiteblossom how I felt with the horrible heartache~ Chances are, I'm killing Thistlestorm off within this chapter, next, or the following so don't get too attached to him :I

Thistlestorm mingled within Whiteblossom's thoughts within the next couple of days after the gatherings. More and more, she's been joining the ShadowClan patrol to see if Thistlestorm will be there, but to be disappointed when it's left barren.

"Hey Wolfmist! Wanna join the sun-high border patrol at the ShadowClan border with Ditzypaw, Foxheart, Thrushtail, Fawnleap, and I?" Whiteblossom called to the gray warrior. She glanced up from her washing to the deputy.

"Of course. But why are you going there so often? Is there something that's attracting you? Or …?" Wolfmist asked, her voice grew suspicious, but Whiteblossom knew that she was trying to hide it.

Whiteblossom flicked the question off with her tail.

"Nah. Deputy business" She lied feebly. Wolfmist raised one brow, but she didn't push any further.

"Alright. I'm going to tell the other cats they're due to patrol" Wolfmist said, getting up from her spot and padding away.

'Oh Thistlestorm. Why are you so beautifully lovely? Why do you have to be in ShadowClan? I can barely contain the feelings that I have for you. They're spilling over the edge. Oh no … I have to tell someone! Wolfmist? Speckleberry? Icefern? Maybe Fawnleap will understand the most' Whiteblossom decided, leaping off the High Rock. She sniffed the ground in search for the brown warrior.

"Fawnleap!" She called. The former queen looked up at Whiteblossom .

"Oh! Just the cat I was looking for!" She purred. Whiteblossom let out a soft laugh.

As Fawnleap neared Whiteblossom, she felt anxiety tingle in her belly.

"Alright. I think Carrotpaw and Brightpaw may be ready to become warriors" Fawnleap whispered to Whiteblossom.

"I agree with you, but I held back their warrior ceremony because they were bullying Ditzypaw. Quite harshly, actually" Whiteblossom replied, kneading the ground with her forepaw. Fawnleap's eyes widened.

"What!? Oh, I am going to have such a talk with those two!" She said, anger pricking in with her voice.

"Fawnleap? Can I tell you something?" Whiteblossom changed the subject, and the anger in Fawnleap's eyes faded.

"Of course! You can tell me anything!" She purred in reply.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise!"

"I think I'm in love with Thistlestorm! From ShadowClan" Whiteblossom breathed. Fawnleap's eyes widened once more.

"Oh my!" She whispered. Doubt twisted in Whiteblossom's belly. Would Fawnleap hate her for this?

"You two would make the perfect pair!" Fawnleap exclaimed.

Relief flooded Whiteblossom.

"You really think so?" She couldn't help but let out a joyful smile.

Fawnleap nodded.

"But it would have to be a secret" Fawnleap whispered in Whiteblossom's ear.

"Yeah"

"Well, I have some stuff to attend to. I'll catch you later!" Fawnleap pressed her nose against Whiteblossom's cheek before pacing away. Fawnleap's comment left a warm feeling crawling through her inside out.

To get out the excitable feeling, since it wasn't very professional feeling for a deputy, she decided to race it out In the forest. Casually, she slunk away from the Clan. As the Clan left sight, she ran. She ran as fast as her legs would take her, and the pleasurable feeling surging through her veins made her run faster. That is, until she hit a white lump of fur.

"Oomf" She cried, falling over. The fall knocked the wind out of her.

"Whiteblossom" The words were cold, and it was a voice she wished to never hear again.

"S .. Sorrowflower?" Whiteblossom gasped.

"Yes. It's me. I see you managed to get rid of Morningspiral" Sorrowflower observed.

Whiteblossom fluffed out her fur.

"Yeah. She didn't seem to fit in with the Clan, anyway" Whiteblossom meowed crossly. Sorrowflower nodded.

"I agree. So, who's this Thistlestorm you're talking about?" Sorrowflower asked seductively, winking an eye. The warm feeling crawled over her fur again.

"Oh yes. He's a charmer" Whiteblossom mewed. Sorrowflower laughed.

"He sure is! But it's too bad he's not going to last" Sorrowflower pointed out calmly.

"Huh?" Whiteblossom looked up, concern flashing within her eyes. But Sorrowflower was gone.

'This can't be good!'

Whiteblossom and her patrol patrolled the border anxiously, but no sign of intruders was scented. That night made Whiteblossom uneasy, as if something bad was going to happen. As she nestled in with Wolfmist, she watched the Night-Watchers, Thrushtail and Speckleberry at the moment, get into a comfortable position. With that, she dozed off.

Whiteblossom woke in a realistic dream. It took place in ShadowClan territory, and something in her urged her to go over to the camp. Following her instinct, she did.

Arriving at the camp, she tasted two different smells in the air. Sorrowflower, and Thistlestorm.

"Thistlestorm?" She called out. The gray warrior wasn't in the clearing, but she could sight Sorrowflower slinking into the den. Hesitantly, she crouched into the hunters crouch and followed her. Peering into the den, she saw Thistlestorm in the den, as if he were sleeping. He lifted his head up, and both of the cats eyes widened as Sorrowflower lifted one paw. Just as Thistlestorm was going to react, Sorrowflower swung her paw down at Thistlestorm's throat. He cried in terror as she reached down and sank her teeth into the base of his throat. Whiteblossom felt a cry choke up in her throat.

She leaped in to help her beloved, but at the foot of the den, was like a barrier. She hit it like a mouse, and fell over. Completely helpless for the situation, she could only watch Sorrowflower rip Thistlestorm's life away.

The white warrior raked her claws slowly down his flank, and he let out a weak cry of pain. She bit down at his throat once more, and his bloodied body slowly stopped its flailing, until it stopped once and for all. With a gasp, Whiteblossom woke up.

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t was already dawn, and all she felt was panic. Scrambling to her paws, she raced to Owlstar's den.

"Owlstar!" She shrieked.

"Yes?" He grumbled from inside.

"Sorrowflower struck again!" She wailed. Owlstar peered out of the den.\

"On who!?" He asked, his fur started bristling out.

"A warrior from ShadowClan" she whispered.

Owlstar paused.

"On who? And how do you know?" He asked.

"T-Thistlestorm, and I know because I saw … I saw his death!" She wailed. Owlstar's eyes softened.

"You loved him, didn't you?" He asked softly. Whiteblossom could hardly make out her leaders image through her tears. She nodded.

"Yes, but I never visited him because I have duties here in ThunderClan" She whispered.

"Should we go over and see if he's okay?" Owlstar suggested. A small flash of hope flickered.

"Yes!" She begged. Owlstar nodded.

"Go get Icefern" He ordered. Whiteblossom nodded and went to fetch her sister. Before she knew it, the three were marching out of ThunderClan, and into ShadowClan. Upon entering the camp, she scented death.

An unseen body laid in the clearing, and many cats surrounded it solemnly. Shadestar was hovering over it, and she didn't seem to notice the three.

"Shadestar?" Owlstar called out. The dark gray leader glanced up with sorrowful, but inviting eyes.

The three timidly padded over, and Whiteblossom gasped as her heart cracked, and shattered in a million pieces. In front of Shadestar, laid the limp body of Thistestorm.

A/N: So, I guess I'll write my feelings tomorrow :I Sorry about killing you, Thistlestorm!