If Tiger Ruled

What if Tigerclaw ruled? What would have happened? Let's find out in this story...Muahaha.

Prologue
"Go test your apprentice, Fireheart." Tigerclaw growled at the ginger warrior. My plan wil work, he thought, grimacing. The tabby warrior rose to his full height, baring his teeth in a enormous yawn. "Go." Fireheart glared at him for a second, the dull leaf-bare sunlight turning his pelt to flame. Then he nodded curtly, called his apprentice, Cloudpaw, and they took of.

Camp was desereted. ''Let's go. And take a different route, Tigerclaw! Or about to come Tigerstar,'' he thought. Then he bounded out of camp, strong muscles rippling under his dark tabby pelt. He raced away from the camp and took the different route that led into Twolegplace.

Russetfur, Blackfoot, Brokentail, who's eyes were healed, Nightwhisper, and Jaggedtooth stood. They looked battle hungry, sharp claws unsheated, razor-like teeth bared, muscles rippling under their pelts. "It's time," Tigerclaw signaled them.

They raced after the ThunderClan deputy, following his pawsteps, paws thudding on the hard earth. They made the journey through the forest and Tigerclaw skidded to a halt.

"Let's go..." he grimanced. ThunderClan, finally going to become his!