(Here's what I think happened to Tigerstar when he died, because like I said in my profile, I've always wonderedTorn)

"My clan and I fight when we choose." Scourge meowed, the word echoed through Tigerstar's head, "I will think about what you said. There will be no battle today." Tigerstar attacked him, which was a stupid thing to do, he lunged at the smaller black cat sure of himself that he could take Scourge down. To his very much surprise the dark black tom dodged swiftly to one side and the dark tabby crashed to the ground clumsily. He leapt to his paws and whirled around only to be swatted back down exposing his belly. Scourge stood over the ShadowClan leader and raised one paw unsheathing the claws reinforced with dog's teeth,

Why, why, why did I attack A voice inside of Tigerstar's head yowled, Tigerstar! You're going to get yourself killed!

When Scourge struck down he hit the dark tabby's throat first, piercing it, then with the reinforced claws he ripped Tigerstar's stomach open. He shrieked in pain, but his cries were soon reduced to a horrifying choking. He went into a spasm of flailing and struggling to breath. He then went still for a couple of minutes. The leader opened his eyes. He was in total darkness and he was freezing cold. His vision soon came back to seeing hundred of cats staring at him in horror. A sudden wave of terror engulfed Tigerstar; he flipped over onto his belly and tried to stand.

Why don't they help me? Can't they see that I'm dying?

His eyes rested on Darkstripe and he choked out, "Darkstripe…help me!" The black and gray tabby stood gaping. "Help…me." Tigerstar repeated slowly, he could barely breathe. Darkstripe looked confused, then he bowed his head. The dark tabby managed to get to his feet; he turned to the group of WindClan and ThunderClan warriors, and then collapsed. His amber gaze was darkening,

"Long…tail…help." He panted; the struggle to live had exhausted him. Longtail shook his head stepping back. He looked equally as scared as Tigerstar felt. The ShadowClan leader had lost all hope in surviving. He lay sprawled in the blood-covered grass laying his head down on one paw. Something screamed at him to get up and rip Scourge apart, but he was too tired, now everything was reduced to silhouettes. He glanced up at Firestar and gathered up the strength to lift his head and snarl at the flame colored leader. His paws wouldn't carry him and with one more effort he fell to the ground and his vision went totally black, the last breath left him and he lay lifeless in the middle of a mass of cats.

Darkness swallowed Tigerstar. He felt as if he were falling into nothingness. A soft mew and something hitting his nose brought him back into consciousness. He could hear birds and wind blowing through the grass he smelled salt and could hear a crashing sound in the distance. The batting at his nose continued and something pounced on the tip of his tail.

"Stormkit! Shadekit! Leave him be!" A soft purr mewed, the kits didn't listen to the she-cat, and a loud vicious snarl filled the air,

"Oi! Kits, leave the tom alone!" Tigerstar began thrashing again the kits squealed with delight and bounded away,

"Darkstripe! Longtail! Help!" He yowled then opened his eyes to see light green grass blowing softly in the breeze, two kits leapt in the grass chasing each other and play fighting were close by. The dark tabby sat up quickly, he looked around taking in his surroundings. He looked down at his chest and belly to see a nasty scar barely parting the fur. The smaller of the kits squealed when the other pinned him down and bit into his throat.

"Stormkit what have I told you about that!"

"Ooh you're in big trouble now Stormkit!" A ginger she-cat mewed bounding behind the black and silver tabby tom

"Look!" The smaller kit yowled, "He's awake." She kicked her brother off of her; he landed with a grunt, and bounded over to Tigerstar. Five other kits skidded to a halt in front of him. There were three she-cat and three toms.

"What's your name?" The ginger she-cat asked,

"…Tigerstar."

"You're a clan leader? Momma he's a clan leader!"

"What clan do you lead?"

"I…used to lead ShadowClan."

"What do you mean used to?"

"He means he's not the leader anymore!" A pale tabby tom hissed to the she-cat known as Shadekit.

"Hi," A friendly mew rang through the air, a pale silver tom padded towards Tigerstar, "What's your warrior name?"

"Tigerclaw."

"Well Tigerclaw, my name is Swiftmask, that tom over there is Crookedfang, over there," He meowed turning to point to a silver tabby with his tail, the she-cat pinned her ears back in a hostile manner. Next to her sat a pale ginger she-cat and a snow-white she-cat with bright green eyes, "Are Thistleclaw, Sparkstorm, and Snowfur."

"That's all good and fine, but where in StarClan am I?"

"…Well, this is where cats go when they don't deserve to go to the ranks of StarClan, it's sort of like, well…huh…Crookedfang what's that place that Twolegs say people go when they're really bad?"

"…Hell?"

"Yeah."

Tigerclaw stared at him for a moment then rolled his eyes,

"Right, who are these little, monsters?"

The pale tabby spoke for all of them, "I'm Clawkit, this is Flamekit," He meowed gesturing to the ginger she-cat, "That's Shadekit and Stormkit, and those ones on the end are Crimsonkit and Scarletkit."

Crimsonkit gazed at Tigerclaw was a strange look in his amber gaze, blood colored streaks in his fur brought back a ghastly vision of Tigerclaw watching himself being ripped open and seeing his dark tabby fur turn scarlet red. The she-cat next to him was no different. She had scarlet streaks across her dark tabby pelt and her eyes were scarlet. These were no ordinary cats.

"Come with us," Crookedfang mewed, "It is time you met the rest of the clan."

"Clan?"