THE VOTES ARE IN: WHITESTORM'S DEATH:)

(Whitestorm fans scream)

Photograph:

Whitestorm's Death

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS OR THE SONG "PHOTOGRAPH" BY NICKELBACK.

Willowpelt saw something beside her fall, she turned, and there layed Whitestorm, her fallen warrior.

"My prince...you saved me," she mewed, and sprinted towards his broken body, remembering the wonderful memories they shared together...

Look at this photograph

Everytime I do it makes me laugh

How did our eyes get so red?

And what the heck is on Joey's head?

"Oh, oh, my Whitestorm, you died saving me!" she cried, silver tears falling from her deep blue eyes.

"Hello, Willowpelt," sneered a voice. She turned. There was Bone, the deputy of BloodClan.

"You! You murdered my prince!" she exclaimed, lashing out at Bone.

"Yes. He was telling me about your sweet princess, Sorrelkit, when I killed him," sneered Bone.

"Don't you dare say anything about my family!" hissed Willowpelt, scratchind the tom's muzzle.

And this is were I grew up

I think the present owner fixed it up,

I never new we'd ever went without.

The second floor is hard for sneaking out.

Whitestorm woke up on soft, grassy ground. He looked around. There stood Bluestar and Redtail, his leader, and his brother.

"Bluestar! Redtail!" he was joyful. "Where's Willowpelt?"

"Whitestorm, you have died. Willowpelt has avenged your death. Look down," mewed Bluestar. Whitestorm stared into a pool, and there was his Willowpelt fighting against Bone, his murderer.

And this is where I went to school

Most of the time I had better things to do

Criminal record says I broke in twice

I must have done it half a dozen times.

Willowpelt finally lunged towards Bone, and bit his neck. Bone felt weary for a moment, than collapsed, the breath leaving his body. Willowpelt ran towards Whitestorm's body. She lay next to him, and licked his ear. He was no longer warm.

"Oh, why you, Whitestorm? Why you?" Willowpelt cried.

I wonder if it's too late

Should I go back and graduate?

Life's better now than it was back then

If I was them I wouldn't let me in.

Firestar killed Scourge, and the BloodClan cats reatreated. The cats of the forest looked proud.

"Victory!" yowled Firestar. "We have VICTORY!" he looked over to one of the big oaks, and saw Willowpelt crying on Whitestorm.

"Firestar, he's dead," mewed Willowpelt. Firestar was shocked. Sandstorm and Graystripe sprinted over.

"What's the matter?" asked Sandstorm, nuzzling Firestar.

"He's dead," whispered Willowpelt.

"Oh, Willowpelt, I'm so sorry," mewed Sandstorm. Willowpelt nodded.

Oh oh oh

Oh god I

Whitestorm stared at his Clan from StarClan. He began to cry. StarClan was wonderful, but he felt that he let Willowpelt down.

"What's wrong, Whitestorm?" asked Bluestar.

"I let her down, Bluestar. Her and the kits," mewed Whitestorm.

"No you didn't!" exclaimed Bluestar. "You let no one down. Willowpelt will grieve for you until she joins you, and I sense that will be soon."

"Really?" asked Whitestorm. Bluestar nodded.

Every memory of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Good-bye, Good-bye

Soon Willowpelt and Whitestorm's kits were apprenticed, and Willowpelt continued with her warrior duties, still grieving for her lost prince.

Every memory of walking out the front door,

I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Good-bye, Good-bye

Whitestorm sighed. He was still thinking about his Willowpelt. It had been moons since the battle of BloodClan, and Graystripe replaced him in the deputy position.

"I miss you, Willowpelt," he sighed.

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

One day, Willowpelt was out in the forest hunting alone, and she came across an old badger sett.

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Whitestorm remembered when he first touched muzzles with Willowpelt. When he told her he loved her. When she told him that she loved him.

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Willowpelt smelt the stench of the badger, and began backing away, she was startled when the badger came up behind her.

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Whitestorm looked into the pool, and saw his Willowpelt fighting the badger.

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Willowpelt lashed out at the badger, hissing. The badger stroke her, but she was too quick, and she was missed.

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

"Willowpelt!" he called. Willowpelt heard his voice, and knew that StarClan was calling her.

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it

The badger slashed her side, and she fell to the ground. He gave a sigh of relief, and knew that she was dead. He went to meet her.

So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Willowpelt woke up in a warm, grassy meadow. She opened her eyes, and stood up. There, in front of her stood her Whitestorm.

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

"Oh, Whitestorm!" she exclaimed, and touched muzzles with him.

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me

Willowpelt walked up into the StarClan, leaving the mortal world behind, to live in StarClan for eternity.

Sweet, huh? I AM STILL ACCEPTING REQUESTS! SO, PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS, TELL ME! VOTE OR DUSTPELT SHALL COME AFTER YOU!

Votes:

Willowpelt x Whitestorm: I Would by Aaron Carter

Leafpool: Get Up by SuperChick

Yellowfang's Death: GoodBye by Martina McBride

Crowfeather x Feathertail: Novocaine by Bon Jovi

Bluestar x Oakheart: Georgia Rain by Trisha Yearwood