The lean Toyger was not entirely sinister, like her ruthless nature and sharp tongue may have suggested. Deep inside, Tiger had the slightest inkling of compassion and kindness, a side of her she very rarely showed. But honestly, she just considered it all a waste of time. Why waste your time being kind when you could be cruel and get what you wanted? It was all so simple. The exquisite set of claws she possessed could get her many things. All with one swipe of her striped paw.
She had been born in a band of rogues who fed off Twoleg leftovers like a bunch of vultures. That kind of lifestyle was not appealing to her. She wanted to leave, so she told her father, the leader of the band, that she was no longer apart of their vile group of mangy fleabags. Of course, he was furious, and surprisingly attacked his own daughter. But within heartbeats, he was a goner, left to bleed to death after his throat had been slashed. At first, Tiger couldn't believe what she had done. But the she-cat seemed to change almost overnight. Tiger craved blood.
Sometimes she would even have thoughts of murder. Sure, she loved a good fight, and to draw blood and fight until her fur was ravaged. But she didn't really want to murder again. She tried to suppress these morbid thoughts, by they seemed to keep coming back.
Gossip was going around her part of the city about the group of cats, BloodClan. The name sounded appealing to the Toyger already, so she did not waste time and set about finding this BloodClan. Soon enough, she found it, and was allowed to join. At first, she viewed her Clanmates like those silly little house cats that wore those colourful collars around their necks. But she began to want one herself, and was soon wearing a dull green collar, matching the shade of her eyes. But, she was yet to adorn the accessory with any teeth or claws.
It was... different. She was not accustomed to all these ranks such as the deputy and elite healer and blah, blah, blah. But it's not like she cared. Mostly, she had just joined BloodClan because deep down she knew for sure that she would not survive alone, especially after being used to living with others all her life. Even if she had to live around a bunch of strangers, it was better than nothing.
Ever since the warehouse had burned down, she hadn't quite gotten over all this change. Her life had changed rather drastically in such a short time. Instead of being inside the shelter of the hotel, she sat near the burned down warehouse, cold gaze sweeping over the remains of the building BloodClan had lived in for many moons.