Warriors Horror.

Introduction
Oh, hello there, kits. It is rather unfortunate that you have left the sunny forests of Starclan and have encountered this realm. I, Tigerstar, can release you, but before I can do that, you have to do me a favour. First, you will come here on the night of your apprenticeship and promise to train with us. Yes, there are many more cats who walk these skies. Secondly, you will sit and endure the tales that I have to tell you...

Chapter 1
Leafpaw had been the Riverclan medicine cat apprentice for three moons. His sister, Flowerpaw, was training as a warrior, but she barely did any work. All she did was totter around in stone paw-protectors, and slather brightly-coloured poultices all over her face. In short, Flowerpaw wanted to be the prettiest she-cat alive, no matter what she had to do to achieve it. She hardly cared bout the clan or her duties, she only cared about herself, and her apprearance.

"Leafpaw!" she screeched. "Where is my Moonpool cream? I need my poultices re-applied, and my paw protectors polished! I can't go on living like a rouge!" Leafpaw sighed and plodded over to Flowerpaw. "Don't look at me like that!" she hissed. "I am a she-cat with incredibly high class. I cannot be ignored like something that isn't there! I need to be treated better. This clan treats me like a piece of crowfood! Ugh, preposterous!" Everything that Flowerpaw said was wrong. The clan treated her like twolegs would treat a kittypet, and she was treated better than the elders. She wasn't high-class, she was an apprentice, one of the lowest ranks in the clan. No-one ignored her, and she treated every other Riverclan cat like crowfood. She was a disgrace to Riverclan.

Leafpaw bought out some small boulders with holes in them, which were filled with brightly coloured liquids. One was silver, and one was as red as blood. He started to massage the silver poultice into Flowerpaw's fur, and smear the red one onto her lips. After the procedure, Leafpaw thought she looked as ugly as a twoleg, but Flowerpaw thought she looked beautiful. She started to take bites of the slightly burnt fish, savouring the warmth and the mouth-watering smell. This was another trait of Flowerpaw. While everyone else ate cold fish, she demanded to have her fish slightly burnt, or 'cooked' as she called it. The only reason she was like this is that their mother spoiled her, but Leafpaw never got any attention as a kit.

Leafpaw remembered what the brown tabby with ice-blue eyes told him in his dream. ''Tell her that Starclan's ultimate beauty secret is to lie by the river in a place where there are no shadows from dawn till dusk. Tell her to do this for many moons until Starclan approves her 'beauty'. Instead of getting prettier, her fur will slowly start to disappear in the heat and her skin will become flaky and fall off. Soon she wiil die. I will visit every night in her dreams and motivate her. She will slowly suffer because of her laziness, and there will be no more Little Miis Kittypet.''

"Hey, Flowerpaw!" called Leafpaw.

"What, flea?" she spat.

"Starclan visited me in a dream. The most beautiful cats there, Spottedleaf, Dappletail and some others told me that-"

"How could Starclan cats tell you beauty secrets? You know nothing about the subject!" sneered Flowerpaw.

"I swear it's true. They told me that if you lie by the river in a place where there are no shadows from dawn till dusk, Starclan will give you beauty. They even visit you in your dreams to tell you how you have improved. Many cats have tried it, and they turned out to be the most beautiful cats in Starclan."

Flowerpaw's eyes beamed. "I'll try it right now!" she breathed.

Leafpaw  heard the strange cat's voice in his head. Well done, said the voice. ''You are on your way to becoming Riverclan's hero. Leafpaw smiled evily. ''He couldn't wait for Flowerpaw to die.

Chapter 2
Many moons had passed since Flowerpaw had recieved the so-called 'beauty secret'. Her fur started to fall out, and the skin underneath it was getting redder every day. Flowerpaw had burnt herself. She'd been rubbing herself against some rocks, trying to get rid of the vile itching.

"Leafpaw," she complained, "why am I like this? The clan has been avoiding me, and my skin is feeling horrible!"

Leafpaw's white pelt with black patches shaped like leaves appeared out of the medicine den. "They're avoiding you because they're jealous, and the skin is adjusting because of the change. It'll go away soon." Leafpaw knew what he said wasn't true. The skin would never heal for a long time, and the fur would probabaly never grow back. "Have Starclan spoken to you?"

"They have. A cat told me I was the most prettiest she-cat alive. It was a tortoiseshell, well groomed, but a different apprearance from Spottedleaf or Dappletail. Do you know her?"

Leafpaw had never seen a cat like that. "No, I haven't," he replied.

"Oh well, they could visit you soon. At the Moonpool, maybe." Flowerpaw strolled out of the camp in her new blood-red paw protectors. Flowerpaw called them 'high heels'. She has stopped wearing the revolting poultices, so the harmful heat and sunlight could 'sink in'. Flowerpaw had no idea that things were going to get worse.

Chapter 3 (Do not read this if you're eating!)
Greenleaf was nearing its end, and two whole seasons had passed since Flowerpaw started to lie by the river. Most of her skin was now dead and a muddy-brown colour, and flakes of it were falling off her every time she moved. She was frequently becoming sick too. Huge blisters had appeared on her body, which soon burst and had yellow pus oozing out of it. The whole of Riverclan was avoiding her now. When Leafpaw checked Flowerpaw's reflection in the river, he saw a beautiful she-cat, even more beautiful that Spottedleaf and Dappletail combined. Leafpaw's mentor, Pebblestream, was once seen chatting to the leader, Swampstar, about Flowerpaw. The only things Leafpaw heard was that Flowerpaw was burnt so badly that she couldn't even talk, parts of her skull could be seen beneath her head, and she might have gone blind in one eye. Her lips have gone black and shrivelled up.

Swampstar has now banned Flowerpaw from lying by the river. Leafpaw watched Flowerpaw moan as she staggered out of the camp at midnight. She could hardly stand up straight, and she had no skin at all. Her eyes bulged out of her skull and her lips had shrank back to reveal her teeth and gums. Her appearance was sickening. As soon as she was out of the camp enterance, she collapsed on the ground. The next morning, she was gone, but she had left a red imprint of herself outside the camp enterance.

Chapter 4  (Do not read this if you're eating!)
Flowerpaw is dead!

The dawn patrol found her, lying flat by the river. At first they thought she must have been some crowfood. Her whole body was a mass of oozing sores, gashes and poisoned flesh. She no longer had any eyes. Her vigil was supposed to be held at moonhigh, but her body was so disgusting that no-one had even bothered. Her body was just deposited by the Greenleaf twoleg nest. The newly-named Leafpatch smiled as he thought of his happy, carefree future as a medicine cat, with no fussy, spoilt she-cat to boss him around. Life is great, he thought to himself. No more Little Miss Kittypet.

Author's Note:
I apologise for the short chapters. This is a Warriors parody of Anthony Horowitz's Burnt. I also apologise for the vivid descriptions of the mutilated Flowerpaw. Chapters 3 and 4 did have warnings!

Wolfstar claws can't bring me down.  20:10, March 14, 2014 (UTC)