haha been a while guys,,, i'm not dead, but I had a thing and decided to show it off i guess? this right here is a cool AU I thought of. maybe it'll actually get somewhere,,, haha,,, ha,, haaaa,,,, okay but in all seriousness let's go

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Tigerclaw stood hunched over the now prone form of ThunderClan's former leader, blood dripping from his muzzle. He was almost finished. Almost at his goal. He had just about killed Bluestar and would soon claim his rightful place as leader of ThunderClan, and after that he would fix everything that was rotten about his Clan. He just had one more thing to do.

"Tigerclaw!" One of the rogues called to him, "Have you finished her off yet? We're losing too many cats out there and need to pull back now or we'll lose!" Tigerclaw beckoned the cat over. The cat flinched at the sight of Bluestar gurgling out blood and her last bits of life.

"Would you care to do the honors?" Tigerclaw said, eyes gleaming menacingly in the half light. The cat who looked at him in surprise, before grinning wildly, something nearing insanity painting his eyes.

"Gladly." The cat then savagely bit into Bluestar's neck, right where Tigerclaw had, and the loud snapping noise confirmed that Bluestar's last life was now long gone. Tigerclaw then turned on the cat, shoving him to the ground and ripping into his throat. The cat let out a loud screech and violently struggled, but after a moment, fell limp. Tigerclaw then turned and exited the leader's den, leaping into the battle with a rage and ferocity that should only ever be found on a cat who had lost something very precious to them. But Tigerclaw was so close to having it all, that he could go wild against this mange.

Tigerclaw's clanmates looked on in surprise as he gave near lethal blows to any rogues he could reach. Fireheart especially was shocked at this turn of events but fought with the same conviction. Tigerclaw saw out of the corner of his eyes multiple rogues retreating into the night, and he began to fight with less ferocity and more precision, aiming on driving out the cats. Eventually ThunderClan did so, and cats around Tigerclaw cheered at the victory as Tigerclaw forced an air of sadness to come around him. He then turned and leapt up onto highrock.

"Warriors of ThunderClan," he called out, and what were now his warriors turned to him as he continued, "While we may have claimed this victory as our own, I have terrible news." The cats looked amongst themselves with worry and fear. What could've happened that had Tigerclaw of all cats this grave?

"I had gone to tell Bluestar that we were being attacked, but when I found her," Tigerclaw hung his head, "She had been murdered by one of the rogues." Horrified gasps rang out through the clearing, and when Tigerclaw looked up he made eye contact with forest green eyes that peered into his soul and told him that they knew.

"It is with a heavy head and a heavier heart that I pronounce myself the new leader of ThunderClan." Tigerclaw went on, looking away from that hateful, green-eyed stare.

"Before I choose my deputy I will allow my Clan time to mourn the loss of its leader." Tigerclaw finished before jumping down. Whitestorm and Cinderpelt hesitantly walked into the leader's den and exited moments later with Bluestar's torn, beaten, and bloody form held between them. The sight elicited gasps from Tigerclaw's clanmates, and even he had to look away, guilt ripping through him. This had been what he wanted hadn't it? Tigerclaw had known the consequences. But still…

As the sun began to lower in the reddening sky and Tigerclaw's clanmates mourned their leader, Tigerclaw pondered over who his deputy would be. He had promised the position to Darkstripe, but his apprentice was a little too unstable to be trusted with that position. He thought that maybe Longtail could. But no, Longtail was too young and rowdy. Tigerclaw thought over the remaining warriors. Sandstorm and Dustpelt had had no apprentices of their own and were too young regardless. Brackenfur was far too young. Fireheart was out of the question. Tigerstar didn't know or trust Runningwind enough. So that left it between Mousefur and Whitestorm. Eventually, Tigerclaw decided on Whitestorm, his former fellow apprentice and close friend.

However, right as he stood on the highrock, preparing to call out to his Clan, the setting sun cast a red glow on the camp, highlighting a certain fiery orange cat with hateful green eyes. And as Tigerclaw looked at Fireheart, his surroundings faded away until all that surrounded him was a forest of flames, and a voice that spoke with hundreds upon thousands of cats forgotten to the mist of time. And as one, they spoke, shaking Tigerclaw and the highrock and the ground beneath him to its roots.

"Only the Tiger who can both control and obey Fire can give power to Thunder and Lightning."

Tigerclaw shuddered back into reality, guilt clawing at his heart as the foremost voices of those were of Lionheart and Spottedleaf and Bluestar and Tigerclaw's own mother. And he knew what he had to do.

"Let all cat old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!" The cats who Tigerclaw had grown with and watched grow looked up at him with bated breath.

"I say these words before Starclan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors and Bluestar herself may hear and approve of my choice." Darkstripe puffed his chest out proudly, likely preparing to be named deputy.

"The new deputy of ThunderClan," Tigerclaw took a breath before finishing, "Will be Fireheart!"

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aaaaaaand that was chapter 1! yeah! only 50 million more to go! haha... ha... haaaa... this is going to kill me dear lord