Username: Storm Rose
Cat Name: Whisperflame
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 35 moons
Clan: RoseclanRank: Warrior
Relationship:Whisperflame becomes mates with Stormstar!
Whisperflame's quiet and observant personality didn't go by Stormstar unnoticed, in fact, the grey leader appreciated it. Stormstar was always careful to keep praise at a minimum but she let herself slip at times for the other She-cat. Whisperflame, while not an official Roseclan warrior, hung around camp to spend time with Stormstar. Other clan cats noticed their growing fondness and Ripplefur, Stormstar's old mentor, teased the both of the she-cats whenever he saw the together. Commenting that Whisperflame was perfect for his old mate before running off chuckling when Stormstar went to cuff him.
Stormstar depended on Whisperflame to help run Roseclan. So, while Whisperflame was in the camp, she acted as deputy for Ripplefur. Ripplefur stepped aside but was still deputy at gatherings and clan meetings, at least for the time being.
The clan flourished under the leadership of Stormstar and Whisperflame until a group of rogues attacked and killed Ripplefur and stole a life from Stormstar.
The battle was fierce and bloody, with many fatalities from both groups. The rogues never stopped fighting until they fell. Their eyes sparkled with malice as the stormed the camp. No one was spared and everyone fought to the death. Whisperflame fought alongside Ripplefur, matching him blow for blow. She turned when a young tom, no more than 8 moons, grabbed her tail. This was a simple diversion as a larger, more experienced tom leaped at her. Ripplefur turned and shoved Whisperflame away, taking her death as his own. As he faded, he spoke few words.
"Tell Stormstar, I love her and I'm sorry. Take care of her Whisperflame..."
With that, he was gone and a rage exploded in her. She slashed the few rouges alive and searched for her love.
A pale orange She-cat stood over Stormstar. Her pale purple eyes cloaked with sorrow and fear. Scores of claws and bites littered her body.
"I'm sorry. If I don't, Bramble will kill me and my kits. He already killed my mate. He wants you dead but he doesn't know about clan leaders. I hope this is only your first life, if it's not.... I'm sorry... May Starclan guide your paws."
Her voice cracked and slurred. She raised a paw and slammed it down, turning her head away. Mumbling one last apology, she ran out shrieking that the leader was dead.
Whisperflame crumbled beside Stormstar's body, sobbing. Her green eyes searched Stormstar's dark green ones hoping what the other cat said was right. Within a couple of minutes, the grey cat began breathing again. Her eyes were dull as she pulled herself to her paws and stumbled out into the clearing. She looked utterly defeated as she searched for survivors. Everyone but her and Whisperflame was dead. Even Ripplefur.
She began separating clan from rouge. Whisperflame worked along with her. She decided to repeat Ripplefur's last words.
"He said he loved you and he was sorry."
"I know. He told he in Starclan. He also said that he was happy I had you. And I am too. Will you help me rebuild Roseclan as my mate?"
"Of course, Stormstar. I love you."
"I love you too."
With a smile, the two new mates properly buried all the clan cats and dragged the rouges out to the moor and left them for carron.