The New Clans: The Clouded Dawn

Everyday, a large dragon who can change their color at anytime awakes from their slumber. When they wake up, they fly out of their realm to help another in peril.
One dark night, the clans had nowhere to go anymore. They were cornered, twolegs were near everywhere.
Then, a thundering roar shook the forest, placing them in a dream-like land. They were hypnotized through sound.

"Greetings, small beings. You are in peril, are you not?"

A few of the cats would look around, turning their head confusedly. Where were they, and how did they come here?
The Riverclan leader nodded, lifting their head. The dragon was quite large, they only saw their long and scaly neck.

"Well, I can welcome you to the land of magic, a place where you will be morphed into stranger things."

Hushed whispers ran over like a flood. What did they even, no, possibly mean?

"Why would we ever leave and go to your land? This weird and odd land you speak of?" The old and wheezing leader of Wind'Clan gasped.

"Listen, frail creature." The beast roared, patience wavering. "My land will welcome and shelter you, with prey better than you can imagine. You can live and grow, or die and wither here."

The leaders would look around, glancing nervously. The dragon huffed their breath, their tail lashed out.

"Fine, then. We accept." The Thunderclan leader said, their claws scraped the ground nervously.

"Perfect," The dragon smiled, a set of sharp fangs decorated the inside of their jaw.

They then let out a puff, a smoky mist covered the air.
They would call out the clan names, now morphing and changing them into something that would.. Better fit their habitats.

And now they change.

(ERIN HUNTERS OWN WARRIOR CATS, NOT ME.)
(OH YEAH, A LOT OF THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM NORMAL AND REALISTIC WARRIOR CATS)