Welcome to Tigerstar's Hatred. This story will be about Tigerstar's point of view throughout the books. Be ready for spoilers if you have not read every book. I put a lot of research and planning into this, trying to line it up the best I can with the series. It is important to note that I have not read Tigerstar's novella by the authors, so I will be filling in the time as a rouge and as ShadowClan's leader with my own ideas. As well, many of the early events I will have made up. Please, read and review.
I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own the Warriors series. Erin Hunter owns Warriors.
"Do you even know where we are going, Mosskit?"
"Of course I do- Ow! You stepped on my tail!"
"Well, if I could see my paws in front of me I wouldn't have done that!"
A thick mist clouded the three kits' vision, swirling lazily around their paws. Their peering eyes could hardly see a mouse-length further than their nose. The ground beneath them had long ago become hard, rough edged stone that scraped their paws, and as they continued onward the sky empty sky seemed to only further darken.
The leader of the kits, young Mosskit with stars in her gray-and-white fur, let out a frustrated huff. "I can't believe this is happening again."
"I knew we shouldn't have followed you again. You got us lost last time." The white she-kit Blossomkit sighed, but padded forward too. They had tried to turn back around a long time ago and return to the trees. But the vast, swirling emptiness seemed to stretch on forever. They were likely completely off course, and they had no idea which way was back to their StarClan home.
"Maybe that nice cat, Rock will help us again." Adderkit suggested lightly.
With no one else offering words of complaint or encouragement, the three fell into an uncomfortable silence. With their thoughts stuck on the hope of Rock coming to their rescue once again, they padded forward slowly. The sky was becoming even darker, stars no longer visible within the now dull gray stretch above them. The mist was thinning though, and an odd shape appeared through the fog.
"What is that?" Blossomkit was the first to see it. It was bigger than them, and very still. Its tail flickered slowly on the ground, and its ear swiveled around at the sound of their paused in her steps and drew in a deep breath. The thick fog dampened the smell, and clouded her scenes. She couldn't tell who this stranger was.
"I don't know." Mosskit meowed cautiously. They padded closer still, now each in a low crouch as they approached the cat.
The tom before them was tall, with a dark tabby pelt that was crossed with scars. His head turned at the sound of their approach, and his amber eyes blinked down at them slowly. The kits froze with realization of who it was.
"T-Tigerstar!" Adderkit gasped, looking as if he was about to run. Blossomkit trembled beside him, cowering low to the ground.
"Hello, young kits." Tigerstar's voice was deep and calm, not nearly as fierce as the kits had imagined. "You are far from StarClan."
Adderkit turned to Mosskit angrily, his small ears flattening on his head. "See what happens when we don't listen to Bluestar? We run into evil cats like him!" He shot a look at Tigerstar. "How is he even still alive?"
"Cats who aren't forgotten must end up somewhere." Tigerstar mused, looking down at them in the dark. "I do not simply vanish. But the story you know of me, is very much told wrong. Tell me, kits, what are your names?"
"I am Mosskit." The young she-kit spoke up bravely. "These are my friends- Adderkit, and Blossomkit."
Blossomkit sat down in front of the large tabby. "What do you mean, your story is told wrong?" She asked curiously, wondering about the tabby's strange words.
"I am not as 'evil' as one may think." Tigerstar told them, crouching down to get a better view of the three. "Gather around, kits, and let me tell you a story. But in this story, I am the unlucky warrior only trying to save the Clans from the growing darkness... And it starts with my first memory, before I was even a single moon old..."