1Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been quite busy!!
Tigerpaw padded slowly to the apprentice's den. His head low, tail down, pride hurt. Why
did Starclan ALWAYS ruin things, when they were just fine the way they were. He snorted at the
thought of planing his life around the ways of their stupid code. He sighed loudly, the only cat,
besides Goldenflower, left in the quickly dimming clearing of Thunderclan camp. Goldenflower
turned her head and gazed at him with symphicthetic eyes. Looking around, to see if anyone was
there, she wispered, "Maybe we can go hunting tomorrow, you, me, and Lionheart?." Tigerpaw's
head shot up, along with his tail, and nodded quickly. Goldenflower's wiskers twitched with
amusment, and she turned back around. Tigerpaw, his happiness restored, pranced the rest of the
way to the den, settling himself in Goldenflower's old nest. Tomorrow would be great! But back
to the matter of Starclan, what could he do to convince these mouse-brains that Starclan wasn't
real, and even if it was, that it didn't matter?
"That's it!" he cried, a little to loudly, so loud all the
apprentices, except Whitepaw, who slept like a hedgehog, opened their weary eyes.
"Would you shut-up Tigerkit!?" Darkpaw and Longpaw grumbled in union.
"Tigerpaw!"Tigerpaw hissed at them, flexing his long front claws. The two sunk into their nests,
unsure of what to say. Once the others were again asleep, he thought out his plan. Tigerpaw
would ACT loyal to the clan and Starclan, until he was deputy. Then and only then, he'd
retaliate,
and kill the leader. Then, by starclan's law, HE would be leader, and force the cats of HIS clan to
accept that Starclan wasn't real. Perfect, He thought, as he drifted to sleep.