I should be working on my other story, but this just popped into my mind, and I had to write it. So, imagine this scene: A young warrior, who bbelieves he is always right, is constantly surruounded by injustice. Everywhere he look,s he sees snother wrong. He tries to stop it, and stay true to the warrior code, but he's just a warrior, and can't do anything. But then, he begins to form a plan. To take over, and return the Clan to it's formor glory. So bow, here we are with our noble young warrior confronting the Clan's clearly misguided deputy.
King of Pain
A Warriors Oneshot
Based on the song
King of Pain by The Police
He crouched silently, waiting for just the right moment. He knew what had to be done. For the good of the Clan. He had given many warnings in the past, subtle hints, a suggestion against the radical orders he'd received; he outright told the mouse-brained fox-dung that he was wrong during that last battle, and was once again ignored. It was obvious now what the Clan needed. Strong leadership. A fearless leader to lead them straight to victory in every battle, and strong warriors to make that victory possible. And if the current deputy couldn't do that…
He saw the tortishell pelt move through the bushes, and tensed. If the weakling could win this one final battle, beat this one last test, then he would prove himself a good deputy. One last chance… He leaped, and landed perfectly on the tortishell's back. The older, yet smaller, cat was taken off guard and completely defenseless. It was alarmingly easy to sink his fangs into the exposed flesh of the neck. The cat crumpled beneath him, and only had the chance to stare at him, wide eyed for a heatbeat before StarClan claimed him. The tabby stood before him, frozen at what he'd just done. It was the first step of his grand plan, and he knew it was necessary, but he couldn't get the image of those shocked eyes out of his mind.
He stood there, completely numb, until a gasp from the bush behind him startled him out from his thoughts. He turned quickly, just in time to catch a glimpse of two terrified yellow eyes as they turned away, and then the white tip of a tail as the small cat raced away. He immediately knew who it was (he would know those eyes anywhere) and was afraid. What if he tells? The Clan would never accept his logic, no matter how sound it was. I have to stop him!
Slowly a plan began forming in his mind, and he grinned. He picked up the former deputy in his jaws, and padded back towards camp, the smaller cat hanging from his mouth like a piece of prey, save for his distinctive red tail. The dark tabby padded back to camp, ready to start his plan. He was Tigerclaw, the only cat in the forest ready to give up everything for his Clan. He was the most righteous cat in the forest. He was completely right. Right?
So did anyone figure out who it was before the end? I did give a few clues. Anyway, I've beeen wondering what started Tigerclaw on his evil path. What if he started because he honestly thought he was doing the right thing? I know he had to know he was evil in the later books, but he might've started good, then slowly becamme overcome by his many lives until he actually was evil, and then it was too late. So, here I've attempeted to get into his mind. It's a scary place...
