This page contains a fan fiction written by Bookwormicus.
This page contains the opinions of the original author(s), and is not patrolled for factual accuracy.
Remember that this story is non-canon. It may contain false characters, plots, or locations.
Responses, comments & other feedback should be made on the comments section below.

This is about how Tigerstar, at  the end of his life sorting through what he regrets, and what he believes was always right.

The deep red crimson liquid

running down my body

I deserved it.

The memories


the adrenaline

the fights

the power

my triumph

all gone.


Starclan calls.

One more life lost.

Why does it matter?

I think of Brambleclaw, Tawnypelt

Mothwing and Hawkfrost.

Do I regret them?


I refuse to regret

my deeds

my leadership

my kits

I refuse to regret

my courage

my power


my battle prowess

for that has made me strong

Starclan calls.

My last life.

The Dark Forest pulls me away.

I regret nothing.

Community content is available under CC-BY-SA unless otherwise noted.