Title: Broken Story title pending, looking for suggestions
Chapters: Estimated at 10
Author: Blizz
Rating: PGslash
Pairing: Darkstripe x Tigerstar (Darkstripe x Runningwind references)
Summary: Nothing is real here... You'll hear voices, scent prey, but never will you meet anything. We may be trapped in the same place, but we are trapped alone.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: insert witty message about HarperCollins here
Beta: I can't make my beta edit my slash P
Author's Notes: Er... Yes, Nagini and me came up with DarkTiger. And NO, it isn't like prison Blackie! A short story-arc. Inspired by Three Days Grace. Starts to get slashy in chapter 3, and will get more so in chapter 4.
Chapter 1
A thick forest lay overhead. It's ancient branches intertwined, blocking out all light. Or perhaps it was the sun who decided to avoid such a terrible setting, scared of forever being trapped within. The massive tree trunks were covered in thick mosses, their surfaces painted with ugly shadows of no origin. A glow that could not quite be explained emitted from where ever you weren't looking, the only source of light in the eerie kingdom of unkind death.
A massive dark brown tabby lay in a clearing. His paws where flayed out as if he had been dropped from quite a height, his breathing shallow, yet even. His eyes closed. Within seconds, the tabby cat gasped for breath, his amber eyes snapping open in fear, and he imminently leaped to his paws. The tabby hissed something only he could hear, seeing fading enemies that only existed in his mind.
The anger faded, leaving only fear and bewilderment. He opened his jaws, yet scented nothing. Nothing. The terrible thought gripped his mind, and memories came rushing back. Memories of... These must not be his... Emotions of betrayal, anger, a lust for revenge... Who was this cat, who had so sought after retribution and power, who had been so cunning, powerful and strong...
Scourge. Firestar. He swiped a tongue over his jaws, eyes narrowing with hated. "Tigerstar." the name bled power and memory. The name was his. Forever his, even in death.
"Is this StarClan then?" he hissed scornfully, "Is this them, the place of my great Warriors ancestors?" his voice reproachful, and loud. "Father? Bluestar? Have you nothing to say to me?" he yelled, spitting his words with contempt and bitter hatred. He smiled, dead now, these cats would have no power over him.
But Firestar... Firestar was still alive! He had nine lives... It couldn't end this way. He would find a way...
"So, finally found this place, eh?" An ancient voice, garbled and distorted, but alarmingly clear to Tigerstar's ears, alerted the tabby leader. He spun around as the voice laughed, crashing onto his ears with the volume of horse hooves.
"Are you a StarClanner?" he hissed, ears flattened in hostility. "Show yourself!"
The voice laughed again, and Tigerstar could picture another cat shaking it's head. "I am no more StarClanner then you, Tigerstar."
Confused, but not willing to show himself vulnerable, Tigerstar gathered his thoughts and demanded an answer. "Explain yourself."
"Very well, though I doubt you'll appreciate the explanation. This is not StarClan. This place has no name, forgotten and abandoned by the four clans before time began. Few roam these endless columns of ancient trees. Few choose paths such as ours."
Tigerstar sneered within his mind. Regret was thick within this cat's voice. Weakness. He knew the upper hand was his. "I regret nothing!" He snarled with arrogance, "I need no one!"
"Perhaps not now, foolish Tigerstar, but soon you will... And there will be no one." The voice gave a half-hearted laugh, which faded quickly, leaving the dark tabby alone once again. He uncharacteristically shivered, the cats words left him cold.
"I regret nothing! I need no one!" he repeated, louder. But was met with no answer. He repeated it to himself, as he had so many times before he came to this place. If Firestar, or the shadow cat, had thought we would wallow in the fear and confusion of this new place, they were so wrong. So wrong...