This is kind of a oneshot, not a story! It's a oneshot with two chapters. XD When I read Firestar's Quest (one of the suckiest Warriors books), I realized that Tigerstar and Spottedleaf were brother and sister. I wondered how Spottedleaf felt about how Tigerstar killed cats and when he ordered Clawface to murder her, and how Tigerstar became bitter in the first place. The first chapter is Spottedleaf reflecting on Tigerstar, and the second is Tigerstar reflecting on Spottedleaf.

I will also include OC's, since I don't really know who their mother was, but I'll try to include younger versions of the warriors in the real series.

The chapters will be in first-person. If you don't like it, deal with it.

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Remember when we were kits, playing in the nursery, tumbling and laughing, happy and carefree?

I remember.

Remember when you were so excited about training together as apprentices?

I remember.

I'm sure you remember. Isn't that what gnawed at your heart, all through your apprenticehood, through your warriorhood?

It must've. That's why you killed all those innocent cats. You caused the death of so many cats…Redtail, Swiftpaw, Brindleface, Stonefur, Bluestar, Lionheart…and more. You caused Ravenpaw to leave ThunderClan. You caused Brightheart's face to be ravaged.

You caused the death of me.

Don't you realize this?

Don't you care at all?

Of course you don't. You're dead. Am I supposed to be happy? Relieved? Sad? I don't know. At least, without you, there will be no more innocent deaths, no more innocent bloodshed, all because of you.

No, you don't even realize you killed me. It was your fault. You just don't want to admit it. It was pretty low to kill your own sister, or to at least cause her death, isn't it?

You don't know. You don't understand. I won't even explain. Figure it out on your own.

Tigerstar, that deep, bitter scar in your heart caused you to be power-hungry, to be willing to kill cats…

It's my fault. You were so excited about us training together, I remember. Let's flashback to that moment, shall we?

"We're becoming apprentices today, did you hear, Spottedkit?" You bounced eagerly into the nursery, where I was curled up against Mother's belly. "I know, Tigerkit!" I squealed, smiling and twitching my whiskers.

You launched yourself at me, bowling me away from Mother. "Be careful, Tigerkit!" Mother called, purring. "Don't unsheathe your claws."

I rolled over and let you pin me down against the ground. "I'm so excited! We're going to train together, and hunt together, and patrol together! We're going to do everything together, Spottedkit. We're becoming apprentices!" you exclaimed, your amber eyes gleaming with mischief and excitement.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey meet beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!"

That was Owlstar, calling us for our ceremony! We jumped to our paws. "I didn't get to clean you two!" Mother fretted.

"It's okay, Mother," you assured, flicking your tail. "We look fine."

I purred and headed into the clearing. Most of the cats had gathered around the base of the Highrock, gazing up at Owlstar in waiting, or just talking quietly amongst each other.

"There they are," Sunstripe purred. He was the deputy. Maybe he'd mentor you! That'd be amazing!

I noticed Featherwhisker wink at me, and my heart filled my chest. This was our moment.

"Come up here, Tigerkit and Spottedkit," Owlstar called to us. "It's time for you two to become apprentices." Snowpaw and Bluepaw cheered, happy for us to join them in apprenticeship.

"Tigerkit, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your lives?" Owlstar asked, staring at us with unblinking amber eyes.

"I do!" you chirped. You were so excited…my heart sank.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your apprentice name. Tigerkit, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Tigerpaw. Thistleclaw, you are ready for your first apprentice. Pass all your knowledge and skills onto this apprentice."

You touched your nose to Thistleclaw's, eyes brimming with excitement and pride, and padded off the Highrock. I saw you sit beside your new mentor, watching me. I knew the truth would be hard for you to handle.

"Spottedkit, you have chosen a different path than your brother," Owlstar continued. "The path of a medicine cat."

Your jaw dropped open; your eyes flew wide in despair and disappointment. I saw…anger in your eyes. Abhorrence, was it?

"Do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan, and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?"

I glanced back at you. You were staring angrily at your paws, as if lost in thoughts and memories. What would happen if I said, "I don't"? I swallowed hard. My destiny was to be a medicine cat. StarClan was calling me to say the words.

"I do."

"Then, by the powers of StarClan, I give you your medicine cat apprentice name," Owlstar announced. "Until you earn your medicine cat name, you will be known as Spottedpaw. Featherwhisker, it is time for you to have your own apprentice. Please pass on all you know about StarClan and your medical herbs onto Spottedpaw."

After the ceremony, you pulled me behind the nursery. "You lied!" You swiped an unsheathed paw at my ear. I ducked and whimpered, "I'm sorry, Tigerpaw. I…I didn't…I want to be a medicine cat."

"You broke your promise!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't good enough!"

"Tigerpaw…"

"Foxdung to you. Foxdung to the whole world! I hope every cat dies! I hope you die, you lying, promise-breaking piece of crowfood!" With that, you swung your head around and bounded away. I stared at my white paws, and noticed a drop of darker-colored soot, where you had been standing.

Now do you remember? You hated me because I didn't train with you. You became bitter towards every cat, even your apprentice, Darkpaw, who later became Darkstripe. The dark things you taught him were the things he taught his apprentice, Longpaw, and then Dustpaw.

The hatred…it's like a disease. A disease sucking the love and affection out of you, and replacing it with anger, bitterness, and…what's that? You're right. Loneliness.

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Uhh…how was that? Boring? I know. I personally think it will be harder writing about how Tigerstar feels about Spottedleaf. For now, just bear with me. Oneshots are hard to write.

xx-Starfall-xx