This is for an anon who asked for "Tiger Claw" and "fierce".

Tiger Claw wasn't afraid. He couldn't be afraid, he was a predator, a hunter, a dangerous foe.

So he forced this feeling that could be anything, but fear down.

He was dangerous, fierce, he was feared by others, but did not fear them.

And whatever it was that made the hair on his neck stand up, it was just some leftover instinct from the time when he had just been a tiger, a stupid beast to which all that mattered was surviving the day.

Surviving the day was still among the top ten on his list, but there were other things now, too. He had responsibilities, he had to keep his reputation. And fear wasn't part of that.

So he ignored the feeling once more as he loaded his guns and snuck around the corner, and only then, he realized that it was too late. They had waited for him.

It was the day of his greatest shame, the day he lost his tail. He'd never forget it. And he never forgot to listen to his instincts from this day on.