G'day, everyone. It's me, MufasaToSoar, and I am here with a brand-spanking new story. This story follows the interactions between my OC and Tigress. Any exact same naming of OCs are purely coincidental.

Now, if you want more, just follow the story. If you want to help me get better, leave a review. However, there is only one thing I want you to do. Become happy when you're reading this. Be happy and stay that way, please. Makes all of life seem better after that.

Alrighty, MufasaToSoar out.

"Be safe, little Tiger."

A tiger cub, the common orange and black, was placed on the front of the doorstep of a noble-like house, wrapped in rough cloth from head to toe.

A medallion was slipped into the folds of the cloth. One which displayed the Yang of the East, curving down and across. Only one half of the true symbol.

"Find the tigress who has the other half, for whoever it is is your sister."

It was breaking the heart of the person placing him there, but it was needed to be done. The door was knocked and the shadow dashed out of sight. The door was opened, a vixen was seen in the light. The shadow saw the vixen pick up the tiger cub and take him inside.

Their job done, the shadow ran back to their horse to ride to the East.

Years later:

"So I should take you as a page? Ha! The very idea!"

The tiger, now grown to the age of 7, looked up at the veteran knight, a rhino, on his horse with hopeful green eyes. His Yang medallion was seen hanging from his neck.

"Yes, sire." He squeaked out.

"Go find someone else, kid. 'Cause I won't." The veteran responded, turning to walk away.

"But there is no one else, sire." The tiger squeaked out once more.

The veteran stopped and turned back to the tiger. His eyes were downcast.

"The thirteen other knights that I asked declined me all the same. Sire, you are my last chance. Please." The tiger elaborated, tears in his eyes.

The veteran was shocked. Thirteen other knights that passed through this area declined this kid's wish to be one of them.

"Please. Have some faith in me, sire." The tiger pleaded.

The rhino dismounted his horse and knelt down to the kid's eye level.

"What's your name, kid?" The veteran asked.

"T-Tiger, sire." The tiger answered.

"Alright, Tiger, where do you live?"

Tiger turned around and pointed up at the mansion on the hill. "Up there." He answered once more.

Fast forward a few more years:

It is time.

Time to become what he always wanted to be.

His mentor, Sir Ricaud, taught and trained him rigorously for the last fourteen years. But there the old rhino was, standing in the corner with pride in his eyes. His mother, now an elderly vixen, was standing in a different place, a lot closer to the procession. His best friend, the ram next to him, was also getting knighted today.

He has gained the right to be known as Sir Tiger. Sir Ricaud bought his armour for him for Tiger's proportions, even adding tail armour.

A longsword and kite shield that would soon become his own was on a stand at the front. Although he was a master at it, Tiger preferred the halberd more. Probably because it was a rougher weapon. Didn't matter, he enjoyed both.

The ceremony was short. Just the way Tiger liked it. Gained the title he dreamed of and more. He even got a white horse as a gift from his mother.

Whoever his real parents were, he was sure that he was making them proud.

Three years later:

"Kill the traitor!"

Arrows whizzed past his horse, Blaze, and himself. He didn't know what happened. But apparently, normal soldiers in these parts do not know how given oaths work.

Tiger just kept on galloping away. He guided Blaze into the forest, hoping that both of them wouldn't be set upon by more archers.

They weren't.

It was true. He didn't know who killed the local baron. The soldiers thought it was him, but the local knights didn't. Ultimately, it was the commander's words that forced Tiger to flee. The words of the many always outweigh the words of the few.

He asked his mother what his medallion means and where it comes from about six months ago. She didn't know what it means, but did know it comes from the lands far to the east. So that's where he would like to go. To the lands further east than Europe. Further east than Constaninople. Even further than Jerusalem, if he has to.

But right now, he wouldn't get across the sea without a ship.

So he just kept the steady gallop, his longsword in its sheath, the kite shield upon his back and his halberd haft lodged into the stirrup. It is time to head for a port town.

He's made it to the European mainland. He needs to move further east while avoiding civilisation for now.

It is time for his own adventure as an exile. Time to journey eastward.