Control:
I glance side to side at my band of followers. Kinkheart, the tortoiseshell she-cat who was abuse by her former clan. Toadstep, the brown tabby tom who was looked down upon by his clan mates because of his deafness. Foxstorm, the ginger tom who only wanted to be praised, but was always put down. Petalwing, the pale gray she-cat who always felt awkward around her clan mates. And seven others. All of whom I have trained with almost every day for three seasons, until our skills were sharp as flint.
We sought out badgers and foxes, just to see if we were just as strong and clever as we hoped. And we were right. Now our plan will be set in action; today, we will take control of ShadowClan; then, we will take over RiveClan later, followed by WindClan, and finally ThunderClan. All the injustices done to us will be put right.
My name is Thistleberry, and today, I will no longer need to avenge my family, for revenge will be earner with my actions. My father, Thornstar, was leader of ShadowClan. But when he got greencough, our medicine cat, Mudheart, refused to give him catnip. He was murdered during the night. Emberlight, my mother, was murdered shortly ever, and I was left alone with my two brothers, Nutpaw and Darkpaw. As warriors, Nutwhisker and Darkshine were sent on a very dangerous mission to steal a RiverClan kit. Nutwhisker was killed during the fight. Darkshine died of his wounds soon after.
Now you see why I blame ShadowClan so. After I killed my old friend's kits, I was exiled, and that was when I started planning. Plotting. Figuring out every detail of my revenge. I found friends, who, like me, had good reason to blame the clans for what went wrong with their lives. And now we will finally solve our problems. After waiting for almost a whole year, everything will be all right. The reign of ThistleClan will begin.
Sometimes, it felt like this day would never come. But it finally has, and I couldn't be happier. All those moments of doubt, of regret, of anger, of pain, all those moments will finally be lost in the past as my followers and I claim what is rightfully ours.
Ours. Such a beautiful word. Such a wonderful word. A possessive word, at that. I love that word. I hope I can use it a lot more often in the future. This word... This is the word that shows you aren't alone in the world. Their is something or someone else, somewhere, that is yours and yours alone. It isn't co-owned, it's just yours. Or from a personal perspective, ours. Our quest to right the wrongs done to us has empowered us. It has brought us together, made us happy, filled our bellies, and kept us warm. All because of our mission
A powerful word, indeed. But sometimes you don't want something to be 'ours'. You want it to be 'mine'. The leadership of the group is mine. It belongs to me. My food is mine. It belongs to me. Mine is ever stronger, even better, then ours.
I'm not here, though, to talk about words. My companions and I are here to take control. We rule the clans, I as leader, some of my friends as deputies, some as other high-ranking positions. Like Iceleap and Breezestorm, who will be the messengers. My job is hard; I have to make sure everything goes just right. But I'm sure it will all be fine. I jve nothing to worry about. Control is mine.
All I need... All I want... Is power and control. I want leadership. I need revenge. My family was killed because of ShadowClan, and so they will pay. The others clans are to blame for my companion's problems. They shall pay the same price. There is no step I cannot make, no word I cannot say, no fight I cannot win. I have the world under my wing, and I fly higher then all the other birds.