Illuminated by the fading sun at dusk, beckoned by the chilly winds that push itself past our thick pelts, called upon by the roaming creatures of the night, are the tales that will help to shape tomorrow's reality. Given to us through our storytellers, who weave and spin such daring and adventurous words. Without them, we would collapse. The Clans would cease to function, and chaos would rip us apart. It would drive a thorn through splintering family trees, push a river through even the tightest of friendships. So, we tell. We speak of countless moons of battles and wars, of misunderstandings and slip-ups. These are our stories. This is our past. Unaltered. Free of lies and misconceptions. /// A Warriors one - shot book.