Tigerclaw's Fury (Warriors)
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In this seventy-five-page novella from the world of Erin Hunter's #1 nationally bestselling Warriors series, discover the story behind Tigerclaw's rise to power as leader of ShadowClan. Cast out of ThunderClan as a traitor, Tigerclaw will not rest until he has his revenge on Bluestar, Fireheart, and the rest of his former Clanmates. But first he must become Tigerstar of ShadowClan. . . .
Readers will be thrilled at this look into the ruthless heart of one of the most infamous cats in the Warriors series. Warriors: Tigerclaw's Fury also includes teaser chapters of Warriors: Leafpool's Wish and Dawn of the Clans #1: The Sun Trail.
down at her paws. Mowgli was looking confused. “I thought you hated the Clans,” he meowed. “Only ThunderClan,” Tigerclaw growled. “ShadowClan is suffering from sickness and hunger. If we are strong enough to help them, we will.” Clawface padded past them, heading into the shade of the oak tree. “I might take a nap,” he muttered. “Before we practice battle moves.” Tigerclaw blocked him with one paw. “Will you always be able to take a nap before an enemy attacks? No. You’ll train now, with the
and seemed to be speaking to Whitethroat, but his words were drowned by another monster roaring past. By the time Tigerclaw could see Fireheart again, he was standing up. Whitethroat was sprawled at his paws, eyes glazed and open, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. Tigerclaw felt his fur prick. Fireheart was staring straight at him. “Is chasing puny cats to their deaths the best you can do to defend your territory?” Tigerclaw yowled. In answer, Fireheart hurtled toward him, narrowly
In his mind, Mapleshade let out a rasp of laughter. Nightstar was weaker than a newborn kit. Don’t think these warriors didn’t know that. “Thank you, Tigerclaw,” mewed Runningnose. His voice cracked. “We are honored to have you here—you and all your companions.” He stood a little straighter. “On behalf of my Clanmates, I would like to invite you to move into the camp. You have proven your loyalty to ShadowClan many times over, and it’s what Nightstar would have wanted. You belong here now, not
Tigerclaw whipped his head around and stared in horror at the tiny cat clinging to the branch of a tree that sprouted from the side of the ravine. “Bramblekit!” he roared. The bark just below his son was smoldering, and in the next heartbeat the whole trunk was ablaze. Tigerclaw was about to launch himself off the top of the cliff when there was a blur of movement and a soot-stained shape raced up the tree. “Fireheart, help me!” As Bramblekit screamed, he let go of the branch and dropped toward
promise, we want nothing else but to help you.” “I can understand why our former Clanmates might want to hunt for us,” meowed Flintfang, a gray tom who looked ready to join the elders, if his legs held up long enough to get back to the camp. “But why you, Tigerclaw? You have never been a friend to ShadowClan.” Tigerclaw shrugged. “I am rival to no Clan now that I live outside any borders. Your Clanmates helped me not so long ago, and I am in their debt.” The old tom narrowed his eyes. “I don’t