MEMORIES, [Thunderclanner at the border. o]

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Fishing was how he usually spent the fading warmth of the days. On that afternoon however, Tigerscar opted to simply walk the border, hoping to catch a glimpse of Cougar from the where the shadows hid between gnarled oak trees. He hadn't seen the female in about a week, and the boredom of their lack of communication was stabbing at his paws like nails, and nails were not fun to feel in the feet. Any city cat knew that. The former BloodClan leader was almost tempted to leap into the river and trespass. Would Foreststar mind? Probably, but he knew how to be swift and silent, and he doubted Cougar would betray his presence to the rest of ThunderClan, unless she was looking to get back at him for something. At the thought, he realized that such a thing was very much a possibility. He had given her plenty of reasons to feel agitated with him. Tigerscar grinned in response to his own thoughts. He almost didn't notice the voices that rose above the sound of the water farther downstream. Curious, the powerful figure moved to investigate. How convenient, that he should arrive just in time to hear the last words of a ThunderClanner that stood across the water. Tigerscar slithered closer to Twistedtail to peer across the swirling current with obvious interest. He should have expected this. After Solitaire's arrival, the others would have been sure to show themselves eventually.

"I never thought I'd get so many interestin' surprises in one week! At least not since joinin' RiverClan." The voice of the warrior was friendly, welcoming and warm. "Nice to see yer alive, lass. How's life treatin' ya? When did ya join ThunderClan?" He had so many questions to ask, but would Lady bother to answer?

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His burning gaze shifted over towards Cinderpaw as the young male approached with his unwanted words. Perhaps the slight narrowing of the former king's hellish eyes would serve enough of a warning to silence the apprentice. With a light breath and a small smirk, Tigerscar returned his focus to his daughter. He was pleased she still lived, and ThunderClan would make a fine home.

"Have ya met Cougar yet? Stick close to that lass, she and I are...friends. Let her know yer my kid and she'll take care of ya." Wouldn't she? The warrior wasn't entirely sure, but he was certainly curious as to what Cougar's responding actions would be. "Solitaire is here with me, in case yer wonderin'. Oh, and my name is Tigerscar now. I think it's fitting, don't you?"

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"Will you be changing yer name?" The warrior inquired curiously. Had she already changed her name? Foreststar seemed like the type to push for a name change when it came to integrating newcomers into her clan. Another feline approached the scene, and Tigerscar spared the apprentice a glance, tail waving through the warm atmosphere that danced around their figures to carry the songs of whimsical birds. The natural peace was interrupted by Twistedtail's words. The former leader let a cruel smirk slither like a venomous snake across his ruined, mangled facial features, a burning spark igniting his gaze in response to the challenge. His following words were pleasant and teasing, but there was a sinister undertone, a darkness latching onto the glistening, poisoned honey dripping from a barbed tongue, "Scold? Heh, poor lass. I don't scold. I find that to be...less than motivating." Why use words when one could use claws? And Tigerscar was very good with his claws. Any little mortal knew that. Pupils black as the void darted back towards Duskpaw. "That's my daughter." The powerful warrior stated with warmth seeping into his friendly tone.

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"Simply adorable! Do ya try to do that, or does it just come naturally?" Tigerscar's powerful figure shook with laughter as his hellish gaze traced the fur of Twistedtail's frame. "Look at ya, always assumin' the worst of me, even after all I've done fer this clan. You should know, I'm not who I used to be. I'm turnin' over a new leaf, lass! Or was it cutting a new leaf? No no, it doesn't matter, the point still stands! Or sits...or whatever it wants to do. But it's there! Heh. You could see it if you weren't blind." The warrior's voice was jovial and loud, and as he spoke his thickly furred tail lashed excitedly through the air surrounding them. He had done much for RiverClan since joining. He had saved lives. He had certainly done more good than the crooked tailed she-cat had since his joining. "You really should relax a bit, Twistedtail. Take a day off! Or a week! I heard too much stress can cause the head to...pop right off." Surprisingly, those last few words were not a threat at all, though they certainly sounded sinister.

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