Warrior Cats One-Shots [COMPLETE]

Sunshine ≫ Whitestorm x Female! Reader

Art: manthemoth

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️
• Angst
• Portrayed anxiety disorder
• Portrayed anxiety attack

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You laid in your nest, curled tightly around yourself as spasms wracked your pathetic-looking form. You were no stranger to these jarring episodes, but for some reason, this one was especially bothersome.

Stop, You begged your racing heart in a silent sob. Please just slow down...

Your heart didn't seem to be in a listening mood, however; none of your body did. It continued to tremble and twist in painful ways, contorting you down to the last hair on your bristling pelt.

Your breathing hitched suddenly, and your lungs drew in a massive breath of cold air, but it did little to settle you. In fact, it only made things worse. Now you couldn't stop sucking in greedy, sharp breaths. Every second felt more painful, and you were beginning to wonder if you were going to die.

The lichen covering the warriors' den rustled, followed by the sound of pawsteps and a familiar voice, one you had fallen in love with. "(Y/N), Tigerclaw was wondering if you would join a—(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. You knew Whitestorm wanted nothing but the best for you, but you were ashamed to let him see you in such a pathetic and weak state. So instead, you drew in yet another wheeze and choked out, "Whitestorm..."

Over the sound of your sniffles and gasps, you heard the big white tom murmur, "Oh, (Y/N)...not again..."

Soft pawsteps made their way towards you cautiously, as if trying to avoid crumbling your mental state further. Then, the moss beneath you shifted as a warm body settled down and pressed against yours.

"It's okay," Came his voice, soft and barely above a whisper. "You're okay."

You didn't feel okay. You continued to sob and tremble, and your racing heart continued to slam painfully against your ribs. Your breaths came in hitched and ragged wheezes, failing to return to normal.

Whitestorm pressed himself closer to you, leaning down so his whiskers brushed lightly against your muzzle. "I'm going to sing for you," He murmured gently. "Just listen."

You nodded shakily, resting your chin on your paws and closing your eyes. You hadn't been sung to since you were a kit, and you weren't sure how it was supposed to help, but you were in no position to argue.

Whitestorm took a deep breath in, then began to attempt to soothe you with a soft melody that reminded you of a better time. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray..." His voice cracked slightly, and you could've sworn he was about to cry. "...you'll never know, dear, how much I love you...please don't take my sunshine away..."

You tried to lay still and listen to his voice, but your body refused to stop trembling. Whitestorm noticed this and leaned down, gently nudging your muzzle with his. "Hey," He whispered. "Look at me."

You opened your tear-clouded eyes, locking them with Whitestorm's amber ones. The big white tom gazed at you gently, his own eyes beginning to glisten. "Just listen, alright?"

You nodded, still trembling. "O-okay..."

Whitestorm started to sing once more, his soft, gentle voice rippling through your ears and rising above the storm of rushing blood. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes and focusing on the warmth of his body next to yours. Finally, your heartbeat slowed down to a normal rhythm and you ceased to tremble, instead laying perfectly still as Whitestorm finished the soothing melody.

A soft nose touched your cheek. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I am," You murmured, opening your eyes and gazing up at him. "All thanks to you." A comfortable silence followed, engulfing the once suffocating air of the warriors' den. You almost couldn't believe you had been in such a state of hysteria mere moments before; Whitestorm truly was a miracle worker.

"I'll always be here for you, (Y/N)," The white tom whispered, twining your tails together gently. "You truly are my only sunshine."

Despite the chill of the leaf-fall evening, you felt your ears heat up. "And you're mine," You responded, leaning into him slightly. "Thank you, Whitestorm."

Whitestorm purred and began rasping his tongue across your ears, gently encouraging you to rest your head. You did, and almost instantly, the heavy weight of sleep overcame you and swept you away. You felt safer than you had in moons next to the big white tom, and you were finally able to put your mind at ease.

As strange as it sounded, you felt as if Whitestorm really was a gentle ray of sunshine, beaming down on you and warming your fur. He was the light of your life, and you couldn't imagine a world without him.

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This was sort of comforting to write, honestly. I think we all need a fictional character's shoulder to cry on every once in awhile. Or in this case, a fictional cat's.

I hope each and every one of you are doing well, and that this one-shot finds you in good health and spirits. Thank you so much for sticking around and tuning in!