...I have a new idea? *gets shot and yelled at* I'm working on the others, I swear! This just...Came to me! Okay?

Summary: The Darkest Hour; Chapter 22; Pg. 253 'But not even StarClan could heal this terrible wound.' They might not be able to heal it, but who says Tigerstar couldn't have escaped that fate with a life and help from someone even he didn't expect. TigerFire Slash

I can't even feel sorry.

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH MY STORY OMEN BREAKER.

"Wait! Hold the line!"

Tigerstar felt every painful breath as he panted loudly, his fight for his life exhausting him. He glimpsed surprised green eyes before he felt his body jerk and everything go black.

The pain had disappeared. He glanced down to see that the opened wound of Scourge's swipe was no longer trying to cut him in half.

What was going on?

"Tigerstar."

Tigerstar slowly lifted his head to stare at the she-cat before him.

"Spottedleaf?"

The she-cat blinked at him. Once, twice, three times before she spoke again, "Why are you here?"

"Scourge." Tigerstar said before thinking. He frowned and realized he was correct. One swipe from the small tom had killed him.

"But...This is not right."

"What are you going on about?"

"You still have a life left, Tigerstar."

Tigerstar stares in astonishment. He still had a life left?

"You must go back, Tigerstar. You've been gone for too long. Go. Maybe this time, you'll do what is truly right."

Tigerstar felt his body slowly seize up in a wave of pain, his eyes tearing as he stared as Spottedleaf- no, as he slowly faded.

Tigerstar opened his eyes, but quickly shut them when he felt his eyes burn. Sunlinght danced across his fur from above the trees that surrounded him.

He must have been moved.

He slowly lifted his head and feeling no dizzyness, he shoke it violently to shake off any dust that clung to his pelt.

He glanced around and instantly knew where he was.

The Great Sycamore stretched above him, it's branches hanging over him and it's roots twisting around him.

Tigerstar slowly stood on unsteady legs and glanced down. He was not surprised to see a fresh scar covering his throat and stretching al lthe way down to his to his tail.

The scar looked new, yet healed. How long had Tigerstar been asleep, if that was even what he'd been doing?

"You need to be quiet, Bramblepaw, you're scaring all the prey away."

"I know, I know, it's just... "

"...I'm sorry. For your father. He wasn't the bet of cats, but... no cat deserves to die like he did."

"Thank you, Sandstorm. Do... Do you know what they did with his body?"

"I'm afraid I don't. Some of us went back to see if he was still there, but TigerClan must have moved and buried him."

"Oh."

"Why don't we head back to camp? I know Firestar asked me to take you out hunting, but I think we could both use some rest."

"Yeah," Bramblepaw replied quietly. "Thanks."

Tigerstar allowed himself to poke his head around the tree to watch his son and the ThunderClan she-cat walk back towards their camp.

So he had been moved. By who was the question.

Does somebody wanna try out this plot? I'll help with ideas, it could be a collab! An RP! Anything! :) My dA username is Omenshadow. Link is on my profile.