Tigerstar's Hatred

by Mossfeathersquishy999

Ah, Tigerstar. The most feared warrior of the clans. Murderer of cats, destroyer of clans, and a disaster maker. But even Tigerstar was a small, fluffy kit before, and it is very rare that a cat is born evil. How he rose from being a kit, to a monster that could've destroyed the forest, few cats know, but this is Tigerstar's story, and he deserves to have one like any other cat.

8. Chapter 7: Show off

Chapter seven: Show off

"I, Sunstar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on is apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn."

Tigerpaw was sitting down, looking at Bluepaw and Snowpaw's warrior ceremony. Sunstar's ginger pelt gleamed in the bright sun that shone down. "Bluepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?" Bluepaw looked upwards and replied, "I do." "Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Bluepaw, from is moment you will be known as Bluefur. Starclan honours your bravery and strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan.

Cheers sounded through the gathered cats. "Bluefur! Snowfur! Bluefur! Snowfur!"
Tigerpaw could hear Thistleclaw cheering mainly for Snowfur, and Tigerpaw started to do the same thing. He hadn't forgiven Bluefur for scarring Goldenpaw's beautiful ears. He was okay with Snowfur, but he didn't exactly see what his mentor saw in her. One day, I'm going to be the strongest warrior in Thunderclan- no, not only Thunderclan, but all the clans! "Come on Tigerpaw! More training." Thistleclaw was calling him a few tail-lengths away. "Hunting or fighting?" He asked, padding towards his mentor. His eyes narrowed. "I guess we're falling a little behind on hunting practice. But we'll do battle practice after you've caught at least one or two squirrels!"

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"But then who can I practice with?" Tigerpaw wanted to do some more battle training, but Thistleclaw had said it was getting late. "Just use your imagination!" He snapped back." Tigerpaw sighed. Seeing a group of cats, he decided to show off what he could do. "Look at this move!" He meowed, padding towards them. When he was sure he had their attention, he leaped into the air, curved himself around an imaginary enemy, then slicing the ground with his front claws, he kicked out his hind legs into the "warrior's" belly. "Impressive!" Stonepelt complimented him with a smile. "I couldn't do better" Adderfang agreed. Tigerpaw puffed out his chest, soaking up the praise like moss soaked up water. "Thank you!" He purred. Even Smallear and Sparrowpelt looked surprised at his strength. Ha! Do you still think I would be weak, become a kittypet now? "I'm going to practice some more now!" Tigerpaw's tabby pelt seemed to be sparking with pride. "Keep up the good work!" Smallear called after him.

Of course I will. Now you can't call me a kittypet!