A challenge for the forum Night Stalkers (And... the link didn't work...)
Disclaimer: I do not own warriors.
Long ago, there was a distant tundra
swept by wind and laden with snow.
And sharing that tundra were four clans
each led by their own leader.
Into one of these clans, a silver kit was born
that shimmered with promise of prophecy.
Mosskit, they called her, and then Mosspaw.
As she grew, so did her ambition
and in her green eyes was a stubborn light.
Fearful of what to come,
they called her Mossthorn.
But was she the thorn or the flower?
A beautiful silver tabby stood, watching the horizon as it was bathed in crimson light, staining the glistening white tundra a sickening red. Whispering wind played with her fur, blowing it this way and that as her green eyes stared fixed on the horizon, deep in thought. This is the final morning, the morning where justice will be served. Today is the day of reckoning, and I shall take control of the clans in this tundra, to teach them what it really means to be united. For as long as time they have held their petty squabbles over prey and land, always prey and land. Behind the tabby shone a shimmering army, phantoms in the wind, spirits seeking revenge. All these cats died, only for their deeds to be ignored, following blindly the orders of their leader.
Well I'm not blind.
The tabby rose from her position and sprinted towards the horizon, outlines appearing out of the red mist. They say there will always be four clans on this tundra. I say this is nonsense. One clan is all we needed, and never again will the snow glisten a sickening red. They say that it is impossible, I say that they are blind to reason.
Well I'm not blind.
The outlines hardened as the shining silver cat swept through the tundra, and soon shapes of cats appeared in the blood-bathed haze. The deed has been done, and for the last time my claws glisten with blood as their leaders lie dying in the cover of night. Now I can take these four clans and under my paws make them one. For forever and a day they have been swept up in cozening beliefs, and now I can show them the light, make their blind eyes see once more.
For I am not blind.
Soon the haze dispersed, leaving grief-stricken cats mulling about the tundra in confusion and worry. For killing these cats they had me driven out of camp. They called me the thorn that would destroy them all. They called my plans bloodthirsty and said I had a dangerous lust for control. I don't call it control. I call it showing them the light. For not seeing that, these cats are blind.
Well I'm not blind.
The silver tabby reached these confused cats, and let out a yowl. With deceiving words as beautiful as song she made them believe. Made them see the light. Took control of them all. And now the day of reckoning has come. Four has become one, and I control them all. They called me a thorn, but a thorn I am not.
I am the flower.