Tigerstar's Guide

by dragomiradraconian

We know that Tigerstar was the original villain of the Warriors Saga. But is he really as evil as we think or like King Richard III is he being unfairly persecuted? Maybe there was a darker influence over the dark warrior than his mentor Thistleclaw. This is the story of Tigerstar from kit to his death at Scourge's claws. Read and decide for yourself.

1. Chapter 1

*Disclaimer: some scenes throughout this Fanfiction can be found in various books, but are told from Tigerstar's POV*

Fear gripped Leopardfoot in its claws like an enemy warrior. She labored to breathe; no cat warned her about the intense pain kitting would subject her to. The swish of fur next to her was the only sign of Featherwhisker's and Swiftbreeze's presence.

A paw slipped beneath the mottled black queen's chin, tilting it back. "Try drinking a little." Swiftbreeze murmured, pressing a wet ball of moss close to Leopardfoot's muzzle. She lapped at it and tried to swallow, but her body heaved as a spasm passed through her. Coughing, she let her head flop back against the moss.

Bluefur's scent filled the den and a heartbeat later Featherwhisker shoved some sharp smelling pulp beneath Leopardfoot's nose. "Eat this." He instructed calmly.

Leopardfoot obeyed, struggling. A warm puzzle pressed against her head. "You can do it." She encouraged. "You always were the strongest and just think of the beautiful kits you'll have! They'll be great warriors." Leopardfoot blinked up at the warrior she shared a den with and trained with for most of her life and felt a new strength and determination flow through her body.

Moonlight streamed through the den's entrance when Leopardfoot felt her body heave, stronger than before. "There's the first kit." Featherwhisker meowed, passing it to Swiftbreeze. The tabby and white she-cat nipped open the kitting sack, releasing a small black kit. "A she-kit." She purred, placing the kit in the curve of Leopardfoot's belly.

Where's Pinestar? These are his kits too! Leopardfoot wailed silently. Soon a second she-kit was born, this one gray. The sky outside glowed a soft pink when the final kit, a small dark brown tabby tom, was born. Leopardfoot lifted her head, purring weakly. "What will you name them?" Swiftbreeze asked, blinking her round, yellow eyes.

Leopardfoot licked her kits, thinking. "Nightkit for the black one. Mistkit for the gray one." She paused. The tom was the weakest of the litter. "Tigerkit for the tom."

Featherwhisker blinked in surprise. "Such a fierce name for such a weak kit."

Leopardfoot bared her teeth at the young medicine cat. "My son is a fighter." Featherwhisker stepped back, dipping his head apologetically.

Swiftbreeze drew her tail along Leopardfoot's flank. "Of course he is." She soothed. Leopardfoot relaxed. They would see, Tigerkit would do great things one day.