Post by Flower that Blooms in Darkness on Sept 16, 2007 3:59:26 GMT -5
Title: Rouge Betrayal
Chapters: 1 so far
Author: Flower that Blooms in Darkness
Pairing: SashaxTigerxGolden
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to Dawn
Summary: As Tigerclaw settles into life in exile, he meets a beautiful she-cat named Sasha. When Goldenflower, his former mate, finds out, she is heartbroken.
Warning: Some swearing
Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw would be ruling the forest.
Beta: None yet
Cover: None yet
Author's Notes: I know Goldenflower stopped loving Tigerstar when he was revealed, but for the sake of the story, I ignored that.
Tigerclaw collapsed onto the small pile of relatively soft twoleg trash and closed his eyes. Damn. He had gotten seriously shredded by that little pile of crap. There he was, minding his own business, when that rouge tom had jumped him. Tigerclaw could still feel the prick of those thorn-sharp claws. Next time I see him, I'll rake his eyes out. Ah well, I should get some food.
He heaved himself up onto his paws, shoulder wounds stinging, and stalked out of the old garbage can. He padded towards some bracken. Lifting his nose, he caught the scent of a rat. Immediately, he dropped into the hunter's crouch. Bunching the muscles in his hind legs, he sprang. A few tail-lengths away, the rat was alerted by rustling behind a nearby sack of crowfood. It scampered away. "Crap," muttered Tigerclaw, then turned to see what made the noise. His eyes widened as he saw a beautiful golden tabby she-cat slunk out of the trash. Her icy blue eyes glimmered as she glared at Tigerclaw.
"You're on my territory," she hissed.
"StarClan, somebody's in a bad mood today," muttered the massive tom.
The she-cat spat, staring at him with an air of disdain. "You see, this is why I hate toms. Never can have a conversation with one without them making at least one sarcastic comment."
"This is hardly a conversation, little kitty." meowed Tigerclaw.
"Shut up, retard. And don't call me kitty. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some hunting to do." With that, the golden tabby stalked into the alleyway of twoleg trash.
Tigerclaw stared down the path long after the beautiful cat had gone out of sight. What a brat, he thought. I wonder what her name is.
Chapters: 1 so far
Author: Flower that Blooms in Darkness
Pairing: SashaxTigerxGolden
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to Dawn
Summary: As Tigerclaw settles into life in exile, he meets a beautiful she-cat named Sasha. When Goldenflower, his former mate, finds out, she is heartbroken.
Warning: Some swearing
Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw would be ruling the forest.
Beta: None yet
Cover: None yet
Author's Notes: I know Goldenflower stopped loving Tigerstar when he was revealed, but for the sake of the story, I ignored that.
Chapter #1
Tigerclaw collapsed onto the small pile of relatively soft twoleg trash and closed his eyes. Damn. He had gotten seriously shredded by that little pile of crap. There he was, minding his own business, when that rouge tom had jumped him. Tigerclaw could still feel the prick of those thorn-sharp claws. Next time I see him, I'll rake his eyes out. Ah well, I should get some food.
He heaved himself up onto his paws, shoulder wounds stinging, and stalked out of the old garbage can. He padded towards some bracken. Lifting his nose, he caught the scent of a rat. Immediately, he dropped into the hunter's crouch. Bunching the muscles in his hind legs, he sprang. A few tail-lengths away, the rat was alerted by rustling behind a nearby sack of crowfood. It scampered away. "Crap," muttered Tigerclaw, then turned to see what made the noise. His eyes widened as he saw a beautiful golden tabby she-cat slunk out of the trash. Her icy blue eyes glimmered as she glared at Tigerclaw.
"You're on my territory," she hissed.
"StarClan, somebody's in a bad mood today," muttered the massive tom.
The she-cat spat, staring at him with an air of disdain. "You see, this is why I hate toms. Never can have a conversation with one without them making at least one sarcastic comment."
"This is hardly a conversation, little kitty." meowed Tigerclaw.
"Shut up, retard. And don't call me kitty. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some hunting to do." With that, the golden tabby stalked into the alleyway of twoleg trash.
Tigerclaw stared down the path long after the beautiful cat had gone out of sight. What a brat, he thought. I wonder what her name is.
