Crookedfang lead the way out of the grass terrain into a dark green forest. Everything around Tigerclaw seemed forbidding and dangerous, it was nothing like home. Home. Would he call a place "home" ever again? Would anything ever feel like home again? It was dark in this place, as if the sun didn't dare come into this territory. Soon crimson lights lit up the ground to reveal a camp entrance. Two torches were lit with crimson colored flames on either side of the entrance that was made of twisted black gorse with no flowers. It was like black spiky vines. He'd hate to be thrown or pushed up against that tunnel.

"We'll take you straight to Brokenstar." Thistleclaw meowed dryly.

"Brokenstar?"

"You've heard of him?"

"I think he was the leader of ShadowClan…"

"He might be…if you recognize him don't say anything." Crookedfang hissed

As they padded into the camp hostile glares filled the clearing, all cast on Tigerclaw. He was hot in his fur, these cats were terrifying to him, they all had streaks of crimson somewhere, even the cats who had been leading him had changed, Snowfur had crimson tabby stripes, Crookedfang's eyes were smoldering pits of fire and blood. The kits bounded into the camp to tussle with a group of different kits, Snowfur, Sparkstorm, and Thistleclaw left leaving Crookedfang and Swiftmask to lead Tigerclaw to a den carved into glittering black stone.

Swiftmask mewed a greeting and a gruff meow answered for them to come in. A huge pale tabby tom with jet black stripes and broad shoulder came out of the den and shoved Tigerclaw aside fiercely with out saying, "Excuse me," he just pushed the dark tabby aside as if he were nothing. "Get out of the way Kittypet." He barked. Back in the forest he was considered massive and terrifyingly strong, but this cats dwarfed him, he was huge. Tigerclaw pinned his ears back and hissed, "What did you call me?" The clearing silenced, the huge pale tabby tom turned slowly and padded back up to Tigerclaw meeting him in the eye with totally black eyes,

"I called you a Kittypet, you got a problem with that?"

This cat could have ripped Tigerclaw to shreds just like Scourge did, but the dark massive tabby stood his ground. The huge tom was strikingly familiar he looked exactly like Longtail. Thistleclaw cocked her head and whispered to a black she-cat with crimson stripes, "This'll be good."

A tom identical to her stepped out of the warrior's den, he caught a glimpse of what was happening and rapidly mewed something into his sister's ear. She looked up in shock and terror then bounded into the clearing thrusting herself between the two tabbies. She bared her teeth in a snarl at the tom that looked like Longtail hissing, "Back off Fierceblood." He stayed in a crouch ready to pounce, his lips were pulled back into a snarl as well, then he stood up straight with a hiss of anger and disappointment, "As you wish, Scarletstream." He spat and padded away, his black tipped tail lashing behind him.

She laid her fur flat and turned to Tigerclaw, she was almost identical to Scarletkit, except she had black fur.

"What in the name of StarClan is wrong with you?" She hissed, "Don't you know that he could have ripped your tail off with his teeth?" The she-cat spun around and padded away swiftly but silently.

"…No I didn't." Tigerclaw replied, he valued his tail very much and didn't fancy having it ripped off. "Wait!" He bounded after her, "What's your name?"

"Scarletstream."

A sudden raking sound caught all of the cat's attention, Brokenstar, the same one who had lead ShadowClan back before Tigerclaw had become deputy, stood on the shiny black rock,

"Let all the cats of BloodClan gather beneath the Obsidian Tower for a clan meeting."

"Obsidian Tower?" Tigerclaw mewed,

He padded up to the hunk of obsidian to see that Brokenstar's eyes had been restored from their sightless bloody state to crimson red coloring. When all of the cats had arrived he spoke loudly and clearly, after Fieceblood leapt up on the obsidian stone next to him, that is.

"Cats of BloodClan, good news, we have a new warrior, recently deceased by a clan who has stolen our name, the leader is known by Scourge."

A ripped of hisses went through the crowd, "Tigerclaw, my old friend step closer." The dark tabby padded forward, tail and head held high. "Now that you are dead, you have the chance to live again, as one of BloodClan. There aren't many rules, not like the warrior code, but there are some, here you can make your way up to leading warrior, or deputy as the forest clans call it, by fighting or honorable deeds, right now you are at the bottom, but, just as Fierceblood did you are allowed to fight cats to earn you rank. But the fight must be held in the arena. There will be no speaking with the other clan cats unless we are at the gathering, and we have absolutely no tolerance for traitors. Do you wish to join?"

"Yes." Tigerclaw blurted immediately with out question,

"Then bow your head as we ask forgiveness from StarClan." The dark tabby did as he was told and all the cats followed his action,

"Leaders and warriors of the past…" Brokenstar yowled, "Here stands before you a powerful leader who was cruelly slaughtered unhonorably by a cat much smaller than him, this death was unfair because of his attacker's reinforced claws, we ask for you to forgive him of his sins in the past and welcome him in being a BloodClan warrior."

Tigerclaw glanced up into the black sky, a red light flashed, then blue, then silver, then black outlined in purple. The red light flashed brightly and the clan let up a yowl of praise.

"StarClan has forgiven you…" A soft purr echoed in Tigerclaw's torn ear, he turned his head slightly to see Scarletstream, the blood colored streaks in her fur glimmered in the flame light and she continued, "Welcome to BloodClan…"

"I here by proclaim you Tigerclaw, a warrior of BloodClan."

"Tigerclaw!" Scarletstream yowled,

The clan took up the cheer, Fierceblood stayed silent and slipped off the Obsidian Tower to follow Thistleclaw and Sparkstorm into the Warrior's den.

"Will there be a vigil?" A white she-cat asked,

"No, he was a clan leader when he died, there is no need for a vigil."

Cats crowded around Tigerclaw taking in his scent.

"Wow Swiftmask! Where'd you find this one?" A black and tortoiseshell tom asked,

"He was out in the plain lands."

"Lucky AirClan didn't find him." Crookedfang meowed with a grin,

"Tigerclaw," Scarletstream meowed shouldering her way through the crowd, "This is my brother Crimsonclaw." The tom identical to her gave a stiff nod then padded in the direction of the Warrior's den.

"Don't worry, he's not much for parties and neither am I, do you want to go hunting?"

"I think I'd rather sleep."

"Alright, there's a free nest in the very back, look for my scent and then turn to the right, that one's been empty ever since Clawface died."

"Clawface?" Tigerclaw echoed,

"Yeah, he used to talk about you, well anyway look for that nest, his scent should still be lingering there." She yowled over the chatter of the crowd then trotted up to Swiftmask.

Tigerclaw padded over to the warrior's den. When he entered he saw five cats, Thistleclaw, Sparkstorm, Crimsonclaw, Fierceblood, and a dark brown tom he didn't know. The tom had a deep scar on his throat parting the fur slightly. He padded to the back of the warrior's den and bent to take in the scents. Scarletstream's scent filled his nostrils; he turned to the nest on the right. It had no scent on it so her curled up in it. The other cats waited for a minute, Tigerclaw knew they were waiting for him to fall asleep so he slowed his breathing and listened to their conversation.

"I don't know about this one…" He heard Crimsonclaw mew,

"If he's anything like Clawface he'll be trouble, we can't go around having screw ups in our clan, it'll make ChaosClan think they can manipulate him."

"…He's got guts for one thing." Fierceblood meowed,

"Would you have ripped his tail off?" Sparkstorm asked,

"I would have just beat him up, put him in his rightful place, at the bottom of the warrior food chain."

"Did you see the glint in his eyes when Brokenstar said he could fight his way up to Deputy?"

"Yeah, we'd better watch out for him…if he really did lead a dog pack against his birth clan in attempt to slaughter it…he might do something worse to us…" A deep gruff voice mewed, he guessed it was the brown tom,

"Cutthroat's got a point."

Cutthroat eh? He asked himself, I think I'm going to like this guy, If I want respect from this clan, I'm going to have to fight for it.

"You guys should keep your voices down," Tigerclaw meowed, he opened one eye when he spoke, "Someone might overhear your conversation," Then he closed his eyes and curled up in a tight ball for sleep. The group of questionable cats were silent for the rest of the night, except for when they said goodnight to everyone. Tigerclaw smiled to himself,

Looks like I've already started fighting.