Tigerclaw's story (A PineClan story)
Aug 11, 2015 14:33:53 GMT -5
Post by beech on Aug 11, 2015 14:33:53 GMT -5
Chapter One (might add a prologue later)
"How many times must I tell you, Tiger? Quit playing with your scarf!" Tiger's mother, Blossom, snapped. Tiger let out a groan of exasperation, the young cat tired of being told to wear his scarf even though he was burning up beneath his pelt. "And don't take that tone with me, young sir!"
Tiger groaned again. "Mom, why don't Gray and Fox have to wear scarves?" he whined, looking over at his smaller brothers who were wrestling next to the fireplace which wasn't yet lit. Whenever the twoleg kits came in to look at him and his brothers, the fireplace would be lit, turning the room from dreary to dreamy.
"Do I have to tell you again?" Blossom asked, sounding just as exasperated as Tiger was, "The twoleg chose you to wear the scarf, not your brothers. You should consider it an honor, not a burden." Tiger just rolled his eyes and walked off to the food and water bowl. Gray and Fox joined him beside it.
"Mom, do you think the twolegs will let us out before this thing starts?" Gray asked. Gray had always been the adventurous one of the three. Fox was the smart one, and Tiger was the strong one. Tiger could remember when Fox had called him "all brawn and no brains" and Tiger had gotten into a fight with him.
"Oh for goodness sake, Gray, if you want to go outside so bad, just slip out the cat door," she instructed, gesturing with her paw towards the little flap in the backdoor. Gray's tail wagged and he slipped outside, followed by Tiger and Fox who were curious as to what he was up to. Gray, however reckless he may be, always seemed to have a set plan that he had to follow to a tee, or he got upset.
Gray was sitting on the fence and Tiger's and Fox's eyes widened. "Gray! Get down from there! You're going to get hurt!" Fox demanded, stamping his paw against the ground in an act of denial.
Gray smirked and flicked his tail slightly. "Are you scared, Fox? Scared of what's beyond the door? I always knew you were weak but I never imagined it was that bad," Gray taunted, causing both Tiger's and Fox's hackles to rise. What was his game?
"W-weak? What are you trying to say Gray? I'm not weak!" Fox growled and attempted to jump onto the fence next to Gray but fell before he could get to the top. Tiger felt his heart flip with pity for his brother but he pushed the feelings aside and walked over to them.
Tiger grabbed Fox by his scruff, causing the young tom cat to squeak with disapproval, and dropped him on the fence next to Gray before jumping up beside them. Gray narrowed his eyes slightly, aiming them towards Tiger. Tiger looked down at him, not purposefully, but because he was much bigger than his brothers.
"See? You can't do anything without Tiger, or even me. You'll never be an independent cat," Gray taunted again. Tiger hissed and cuffed Gray over the ear with his claws unsheathed, but not drawing blood. Gray smirked again, but before he could say something, Fox interrupted him.
"I'm not weak, Gray. I could've done it; I was only distracted by being upset about what you said. If you have nothing nice to say, then just keep your trap shut and quit trying to get us to do your dirty work for you," Fox said, as though he had sensed something in Gray's tone that Tiger hadn't. Had Gray been trying to manipulate them into doing something?
Gray narrowed his eyes and turned to the forest beyond the fence. "I'm leaving," he informed them, "I'm going into the forest. I don't know why, but I feel like my calling is out there. There's something waiting for me. I have to go. It's like the fate of something depends on it."
Tiger bit his lip, not fulling comprehending what Gray was trying to say, but Fox seemed to understand so he replied, "I know the feeling, Gray. I don't want a weak life of being fed dull food for the rest of my life. I want to eat things that I catch. I want to prove my worth, and not feel like I'm weak or not worth it."
'What are they saying?! Leave? Why would they want to leave?! Not without me, they're not!' Tiger thought to himself, boldly. "Where are you going?" Tiger asked, hoping that one of them happened to have a plan as to where they would go. The thought of wandering his whole life was not appealing to Tiger.
Gray laughed. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Fox. You wouldn't last ten seconds out there," Gray said, unkindly. "Your life is here where you can be cared for. Out there is a life where only the strong survive, and you are weak, Fox." Tiger snarled.
"Be nice to your brother! Or has mother taught you nothing?!" Tiger demanded to Gray. "I bet you wouldn't last, Gray! You'd pick a fight with someone much stronger than you and you'd get your mouse-brained pelt shredded," Tiger spat, harshly. Gray scoffed.
"I'd last much longer than Fox!" Gray spat. As Tiger and Gray bickered, Fox jumped off of the fence and stood by the forest. He counted in his head, making sure that he didn't miss a beat. He didn't want to be wrong and just reassure Gray that he couldn't make it. He was strong! He wasn't weak! He would show them!
Fox let out a yowl of fury as claws dug into his pelt. "L-Let go of me!" Fox demanded, writhing around to get himself out of his attackers jaws. "Put me down this instant!" Fox yowled, spinning around to attack his attackers face. He met a pair of piercing blue eyes that were familiar but not something that he'd seen in a while.
He jumped away from her and ran over to the fence where Tiger and Gray were now standing, on the side that Fox was on. "P-Pine?" Gray asked, his eyes wide, as he finally noticed that this was their lost sister, Pine. Pine narrowed her eyes and ran a paw over her bone-studded collar.
"I don't know that name anymore, Gray," Pine said, sounding a bit pitiful and almost wistful. "I go by Scarge now," Pine said and Gray's whiskers twitched. The name was familiar, but not in a way that he could be sure that he'd heard it before. It was almost like he'd heard it many lifetimes ago.
"Scarge? Why do you call yourself Scarge?" Tiger asked, the same kind of amused, yet confused look on his face that practically mirrored Gray's and Fox's. Scarge, or Pine, giggled, showing that she wasn't at all offended to be getting such odd looks from the lot of them.
"Apparently there was some great leader before me named Scarge. This was her collar," she meowed and touched her collar. Tiger nodded slightly.
"That's not the point; why are you here and why were you attacking poor Fox?" Tiger asked and looked at his brother who was bleeding from a scratch on his eye. Without medical attention, Fox could lose vision in that eye. But Fox didn't look upset; he looked disappointed. 'I thought I was strong... I just wanted to prove him wrong.' Fox thought to himself, pitifully.
"Attacking, I was not. I was simply trying to grab him so that I could return him to you, but he was frightened, and he injured himself," Scarge replied, honestly. Fox buried his head in his paws, blushing deeply. 'Not only did you get beat! You were beaten by yourself!' he bitterly thought to himself.
There were yowls from a distance away and Scarge turned away from her brothers, and meowed, "I must go now. My Clan wishes for me to return to hunting with them. Don't follow me; you'll be hurt and there won't be anything I can do to protect you."
Scarge dipped her head to them and took off in the direction of the yowls, her long, thin, silver tabby tail trailing behind her. Gray looked at his brothers. "I'm leaving, as I said. I shall find whatever it is that is calling to me. Good-bye my brothers, I will always remember you," Gray said, licking each of his brother's foreheads before turning and running off into the woods.
Fox nodded and turned to Tiger. "I'm leaving too. I'll just wander; I don't need anyone else, and I will prove that to you, and to Gray," Fox meowed and Tiger felt tears well up in his eyes as he thought about the fact that his family was breaking up and would likely never reunite.
"You don't have to prove that to us, Fox. Just by you leaving, you're proving just how strong you really are," Tiger meowed, his voice heavy with tears. Fox rested his small head on Tiger's shoulder and nuzzled him softly, wanting to comfort his brother.
"I have to, Tiger, you don't understand. All my life, I've been told that I had to be taken care of because I was too weak to make it on my own. I have to prove it to myself most of all. I have to know. If I die along the way, then that's the way it has to be, but you cannot stop me Tiger, and you will not stop me," Fox meowed. Tiger sighed but nodded and watched Fox leave, wandering into the forest.
'What about me? Where do I fit in? I don't want to stay here, alone. I don't want to leave, alone. Someone, please tell me what to do, I've never felt so lost,' Tiger thought to himself. He looked up at the sky and saw that one star was shining brighter than all the others. "I'll follow you," Tiger meowed. He headed in the direction of the star, but didn't realize that he truly wasn't cut out to make this long journey, despite being strong.
"Do I have to tell you again?" Blossom asked, sounding just as exasperated as Tiger was, "The twoleg chose you to wear the scarf, not your brothers. You should consider it an honor, not a burden." Tiger just rolled his eyes and walked off to the food and water bowl. Gray and Fox joined him beside it.
"Mom, do you think the twolegs will let us out before this thing starts?" Gray asked. Gray had always been the adventurous one of the three. Fox was the smart one, and Tiger was the strong one. Tiger could remember when Fox had called him "all brawn and no brains" and Tiger had gotten into a fight with him.
"Oh for goodness sake, Gray, if you want to go outside so bad, just slip out the cat door," she instructed, gesturing with her paw towards the little flap in the backdoor. Gray's tail wagged and he slipped outside, followed by Tiger and Fox who were curious as to what he was up to. Gray, however reckless he may be, always seemed to have a set plan that he had to follow to a tee, or he got upset.
Gray was sitting on the fence and Tiger's and Fox's eyes widened. "Gray! Get down from there! You're going to get hurt!" Fox demanded, stamping his paw against the ground in an act of denial.
Gray smirked and flicked his tail slightly. "Are you scared, Fox? Scared of what's beyond the door? I always knew you were weak but I never imagined it was that bad," Gray taunted, causing both Tiger's and Fox's hackles to rise. What was his game?
"W-weak? What are you trying to say Gray? I'm not weak!" Fox growled and attempted to jump onto the fence next to Gray but fell before he could get to the top. Tiger felt his heart flip with pity for his brother but he pushed the feelings aside and walked over to them.
Tiger grabbed Fox by his scruff, causing the young tom cat to squeak with disapproval, and dropped him on the fence next to Gray before jumping up beside them. Gray narrowed his eyes slightly, aiming them towards Tiger. Tiger looked down at him, not purposefully, but because he was much bigger than his brothers.
"See? You can't do anything without Tiger, or even me. You'll never be an independent cat," Gray taunted again. Tiger hissed and cuffed Gray over the ear with his claws unsheathed, but not drawing blood. Gray smirked again, but before he could say something, Fox interrupted him.
"I'm not weak, Gray. I could've done it; I was only distracted by being upset about what you said. If you have nothing nice to say, then just keep your trap shut and quit trying to get us to do your dirty work for you," Fox said, as though he had sensed something in Gray's tone that Tiger hadn't. Had Gray been trying to manipulate them into doing something?
Gray narrowed his eyes and turned to the forest beyond the fence. "I'm leaving," he informed them, "I'm going into the forest. I don't know why, but I feel like my calling is out there. There's something waiting for me. I have to go. It's like the fate of something depends on it."
Tiger bit his lip, not fulling comprehending what Gray was trying to say, but Fox seemed to understand so he replied, "I know the feeling, Gray. I don't want a weak life of being fed dull food for the rest of my life. I want to eat things that I catch. I want to prove my worth, and not feel like I'm weak or not worth it."
'What are they saying?! Leave? Why would they want to leave?! Not without me, they're not!' Tiger thought to himself, boldly. "Where are you going?" Tiger asked, hoping that one of them happened to have a plan as to where they would go. The thought of wandering his whole life was not appealing to Tiger.
Gray laughed. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Fox. You wouldn't last ten seconds out there," Gray said, unkindly. "Your life is here where you can be cared for. Out there is a life where only the strong survive, and you are weak, Fox." Tiger snarled.
"Be nice to your brother! Or has mother taught you nothing?!" Tiger demanded to Gray. "I bet you wouldn't last, Gray! You'd pick a fight with someone much stronger than you and you'd get your mouse-brained pelt shredded," Tiger spat, harshly. Gray scoffed.
"I'd last much longer than Fox!" Gray spat. As Tiger and Gray bickered, Fox jumped off of the fence and stood by the forest. He counted in his head, making sure that he didn't miss a beat. He didn't want to be wrong and just reassure Gray that he couldn't make it. He was strong! He wasn't weak! He would show them!
Fox let out a yowl of fury as claws dug into his pelt. "L-Let go of me!" Fox demanded, writhing around to get himself out of his attackers jaws. "Put me down this instant!" Fox yowled, spinning around to attack his attackers face. He met a pair of piercing blue eyes that were familiar but not something that he'd seen in a while.
He jumped away from her and ran over to the fence where Tiger and Gray were now standing, on the side that Fox was on. "P-Pine?" Gray asked, his eyes wide, as he finally noticed that this was their lost sister, Pine. Pine narrowed her eyes and ran a paw over her bone-studded collar.
"I don't know that name anymore, Gray," Pine said, sounding a bit pitiful and almost wistful. "I go by Scarge now," Pine said and Gray's whiskers twitched. The name was familiar, but not in a way that he could be sure that he'd heard it before. It was almost like he'd heard it many lifetimes ago.
"Scarge? Why do you call yourself Scarge?" Tiger asked, the same kind of amused, yet confused look on his face that practically mirrored Gray's and Fox's. Scarge, or Pine, giggled, showing that she wasn't at all offended to be getting such odd looks from the lot of them.
"Apparently there was some great leader before me named Scarge. This was her collar," she meowed and touched her collar. Tiger nodded slightly.
"That's not the point; why are you here and why were you attacking poor Fox?" Tiger asked and looked at his brother who was bleeding from a scratch on his eye. Without medical attention, Fox could lose vision in that eye. But Fox didn't look upset; he looked disappointed. 'I thought I was strong... I just wanted to prove him wrong.' Fox thought to himself, pitifully.
"Attacking, I was not. I was simply trying to grab him so that I could return him to you, but he was frightened, and he injured himself," Scarge replied, honestly. Fox buried his head in his paws, blushing deeply. 'Not only did you get beat! You were beaten by yourself!' he bitterly thought to himself.
There were yowls from a distance away and Scarge turned away from her brothers, and meowed, "I must go now. My Clan wishes for me to return to hunting with them. Don't follow me; you'll be hurt and there won't be anything I can do to protect you."
Scarge dipped her head to them and took off in the direction of the yowls, her long, thin, silver tabby tail trailing behind her. Gray looked at his brothers. "I'm leaving, as I said. I shall find whatever it is that is calling to me. Good-bye my brothers, I will always remember you," Gray said, licking each of his brother's foreheads before turning and running off into the woods.
Fox nodded and turned to Tiger. "I'm leaving too. I'll just wander; I don't need anyone else, and I will prove that to you, and to Gray," Fox meowed and Tiger felt tears well up in his eyes as he thought about the fact that his family was breaking up and would likely never reunite.
"You don't have to prove that to us, Fox. Just by you leaving, you're proving just how strong you really are," Tiger meowed, his voice heavy with tears. Fox rested his small head on Tiger's shoulder and nuzzled him softly, wanting to comfort his brother.
"I have to, Tiger, you don't understand. All my life, I've been told that I had to be taken care of because I was too weak to make it on my own. I have to prove it to myself most of all. I have to know. If I die along the way, then that's the way it has to be, but you cannot stop me Tiger, and you will not stop me," Fox meowed. Tiger sighed but nodded and watched Fox leave, wandering into the forest.
'What about me? Where do I fit in? I don't want to stay here, alone. I don't want to leave, alone. Someone, please tell me what to do, I've never felt so lost,' Tiger thought to himself. He looked up at the sky and saw that one star was shining brighter than all the others. "I'll follow you," Tiger meowed. He headed in the direction of the star, but didn't realize that he truly wasn't cut out to make this long journey, despite being strong.
