Every Scar has a Story

Prologue
There she stood, bloody and beaten, yet still beautiful. The love of his life staggered up to her paws, a bright look in her silver and midnight eyes. Her snow white fur had splotches of blood on it and had a few clumps torn away, yet she was still upbeat.

"Moonlight!" He said, rushing towards the she-cat. "What happened?"

"They found me..." She coughed, and a few scarlet drops spattered out. "But it's okay."

"No it's not!" He said. "Do you even know where I am?" He asked.

"Of course, I can see your eyes." She purred. "Light and dark, like mine. I can't see the rest of you though, you blend in to much."

What she said was somewhat true, his pelt was as black as the surrounding night. "But... Who did this to you?"

"You did." She said. "Not directly, but the 'warriors' you made so strong and bloodthirsty. They take pleasure in destruction and violence and pain. They live in the darkness of the blackest shadows and kill anyone who dares to stray in their path. They're monsters that you built, that you created. In fact, you're no different, Shadowsun."

"You know I'm different! I didn't know the warriors would do this... I thought they would protect me... Protect us. I created the warriors because I wanted them to be like yours." Blacksun tried to reason with her.

"They are nothing like the Clans of mine. Nothing like the ones that you destroyed with envy and bloodlust."