Whisper had been awoken by several dreams of Storm dying for the past few months. Her last words to him, that he could remember, were, "I guess I got what I wanted." She muttered these words sadly, which confused him. What could she mean by "I got what I wanted?" He looked across the den. "Storm's gone again..." He whined. For the past week he'd stopped following her. Tonight felt different. It was earlier than usual and his dream seemed longer than the rest. He tip-toed out of camp. He didn't see Storm anywhere. He sniffed the air hoping to find her scent, but instead find a hostile scent, a familiar scent, but he couldn't identify it. It was... Masked by type of some mud and ferns? Whisper looked around in confusion. A nearby bush russled, "Ahhhhh!!!!!!" He yelped in fear.
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Survivors: Whisper's Demise
Fanfiction**This is Fanfiction** Whisper, a Blue Heeler Whippet mix, was recently murdered. Many readers ask, How? Why? Who?? Read this novella to figure out! (This is all a theory and all credit goes to Erin Hunter for the real series! all I did was jot down...
