Nightwhisper's Fate

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Nightwhisper’s Fate
A short story

Snowstar walked up to the warrior den. She couldn’t find her brother, Nightwhisper. Snowstar started to fret about his safety.

Snowstar: “Where are you, Nightwhisper?”

Duststorm: “I haven’t seen him in a long while.”

She didn’t answer for a few seconds. Then her face dimmed down and drooped.

Snowstar: “Oh no.”

Duststorm: “What’s wrong?”

Snowstar: “Rogues. That’s what’s wrong.”

Duststorm: “I thought you were a rogue once.”

Snowstar: “I was. But I didn’t pose threats like they are now. Cats are being killed.”

She was very serious. Snowstar couldn’t lose her brother in the dirty paws of a rogue!

Duststorm: “We need to check the border, now!”

The two cats raced off toward the border of ThunderClan. What they say horrified them. Blood was splattered on the grass and across the trees. The meadow had been painted red. There was a sharp rock ahead, with a black cat speared through the back.

Snowstar: “Nightwhisper!”

She started crying. The stressed leader picked him off of the rock, and licked his bloody back.

Snowstar: “Nightwhisper, can you hear me?”

<span style="-family: "Broadway","serif"">There was no answer. She started crying harder, tears wetting the black cat’s fur. It looked as if he had taken a swim in the river. Snowstar cried on.

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar: “Nightwhisper! Wake up! You need to help your kits become apprentices! Night-whisper! Wake up!”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">He didn’t move. Snowstar nuzzled his fur, and lay down next to him. She started talking to him, about all of the good times they had.

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar: “D-don’t you remember the time we thought Duststorm was a traitor?”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">She was talking to him, laughing, while trying to hold back the tears.

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Duststorm: “Come on Snowstar, let’s get back to the Clan.”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar: “Alright, but we need to bring him back carefully.”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">The two walked back with their dead brother, tails and ears drooping. When they passed the blood-splattered scene, Nightwhisper twitched.

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Duststorm: “Did you see that? Nightwhisper twitched!”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar: “Nightwhisper, can you hear me?”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Nightwhisper: “Ohhh…”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar smiled and laughed, still crying. She sniffed.

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar: “Can you move?”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Nightwhisper: “Not very well.”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Snowstar: “Let’s get back to the Clan, and take you to the medicine cat, Rainfur. Do you remember her?”

<span style="font-family: "Broadway","serif"">Nightwhisper: “Yes.”