My first fanfic. Comments are appreciated! My goal is to develop Tigress as a character for the first few chapters, then focus more on the story at hand. Disclaimer: I do not own Kung Fu Panda.
Introduction:
A sudden blue flash briefly illuminated the dining room of the Jade Palace. The Furious Five and their newest ally, Po, AKA The Dragon Warrior, froze. Everyone had been a little high strung since Tai Lung had been defeated three months earlier, but they could live with it. Obsessive Kung Fu training just does that to you sometimes. The rain continued to pound the wooden building in which they were taking shelter. Or, at least, the Five were taking shelter. Po was having his "Just-After-Dinner-But-Before-Midnight-Snack".
"Would you stop chewing so loudly!" Master Tigress suddenly barked, getting a snicker from Mantis and Crane.
"Mwy cahn hewp ih if hime mwungwy," began Po, with his mouth full, getting more mirth from his companions.
Tigress rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep on the thin blanket that was previously employed as a tablecloth. She gave a slight smile. Sure, they were stuck in the rain, they hadn't been able to train all day, and she was stuck with a fat, annoying, stupid excuse for a panda as her new training buddy, but for once today something had gone right. It was kind of funny when she thought about it, being so smug about something so insignifigant as being the only one with a blanket to sleep on, but it didn't matter. If she couldn't train, well then, she was going to sleep. The thought somehow made the day seem a lot better. Suddenly, Master Shifu burst in, dripping wet.
"Hurry up everybody," he yelled. "I think I heard somebody calling for help outside!"
All six of the warriors immediately snapped to attention.
"Yes, Master Shifu," they said in unison, except for Po, who's mouth was still full.
As they hurried outside, Tigress cursed herself for ignoring Murphy's Law: anything that can go wrong will go wrong at the worst possible time. The sudden blast of wind and rain was the last straw. She made up her mind that irony sucked. She stepped off the porch and stubbed her toe on a wet rock, further cementing the idea in her mind.
"Two arm-lengths apart!" yelled Shifu over the roar of the storm. "Sweep down that side of the mountain!"
The sheer mass of cold, wet, dripping leaves made Tigress shiver, but she plunged down the hill anyway. Her fur was quickly becoming soaked, and she had never liked water. Especially cold water. She looked to the right and left, not seeing anything but mud, trees, and puddles.
"Hey guys! Over here! Quick!" yelled Crane from down the line.
Tigress was bounding towards him in an instant, dodging trees and branches. She skidded on the slippery mud and quickly came to a stop. The rest of the party arrived shortly after and stood in awe around Crane's find. Lying unconsious in the mud in front of them was a living, breathing human.