Yep, this is a oneshot on Whiteclaw's death, because there isn't many. Hope you like. No, I don't own warriors, and I hardly put that in my stories, because everyone knows I don't own it.

Leopardfur raised her head high, indicating that it was time to go on patrol.

I padded ahead proudly, my tail raised. ThunderClan thought they could hunt in our territory. I could just tell that some ThunderClan warrior was intruding.

Leopardfur stopped suddenly when we reached the gorge. Four cats padded into view. It was ThunderClan, Fireheart, the kittypet, and Greystripe. They were leading-no!-two WindClan cats.

That was terrible. ThunderClan had brought the puny, scrawny WindClan back.

I bared my teeth in a growl. Leopardfur yowled with rage and threw herself out of the bushes. I followed close behind. My claws hit Fireheart. He turned on me with a growl. I ignored him.

More ThunderClan warriors appeared, thundering over the Twoleg bridge and into the clearing. I stepped aside, licking a scratch on my shoulder. For an instant I saw a little ginger cat almost tumble over the edge of the gorge. I shut my eyes in fear, but at the same time Fireheart grabbed her scruff and hauled her into safety.

I plunged back into the battle. I landed on Greystripe. He raked his claws down my flanks. I was quicker. I jumped on him and fastened my teeth in the back of his neck.

He scratched my face. I was blinded for a moment before leaping. Greystripe spun me around and I was on the bottom, scratching and biting at the cat above me. There was a moment where I was pushed heavily, and then my stomach flipped over as I plunged suddenly in nothingness.

I yowled in fear, and turned over in the air. I was thundering to the river at the bottom of the gorge, and the sharp rocks below. I would not survive it.

I was scared. I threw my claws out. They grasped the tiny marshy bank, and only pulled a chunk of earth from its holding.

I heard Leopardfur and Greystripe yowl from above. Water threw me against a rock. I listened to the rock, praying for StarClan, but they did not come to help me. I was going to drown.

I felt wait on my lungs. I hauled myself bleakly onto the bank, and stretched out beneath a maple tree, taking shuddering breath. I closed my eyes, letting the last thoughts of my life enclose my mind.

Where were you StarClan? I wondered, as the last sensations I was ever going to have faded from my body and into the secrets beyond.

Uh…This was bad, right? Was it rushed? Please review!