Bonus Bad Ending (For those of you who prefer death :B)

Tigerstar bolted awake, his chest still heaving. He gritted his teeth as he forced himself to calm down. It must have started raining once he'd fallen asleep as the half of his pelt that had been facing the entrance to his den was wet.

He stepped outside. The sun hadn't yet risen, but could see a slimmer of light against the bramble wall. Shaking his pelt dry, he sat by the roots of the oak and watched his clan begin to wake and come out from their nests. Darkstripe padded out of the warriors den and towards his leader.

"I can't wait to tear out that pathetic kittypet's throat," he grinned, his sleek flank trembling in anticipation. Tigerstar gave him a look, causing him to quickly correct himself. "You'll be the one doing it, of course. I only meant to watch."

Tigerstar rolled his eyes, darting out of the camp and into the forest of pines. He wouldn't be known as the coward who backed out. He'd gone too far to back out. He would take Thistleclaw's warning. There would be death in the forest that day, but it wouldn't be his.

...

"This is Tigerstar's history," Firestar meowed. "It all shows one thing—that he'll do anything for power. If he promised you a share of the forest, don't believe him. He won't give up one pawprint, not to you or any cat."

Tigerstar smiled. Very good, kittypet. You know me very well.

"Tigerstar told me what he was planning to do with the dogs when he visited me two moons ago." Scourge's eyes narrowed as he turned to the ShadowClan leader. "He did not tell me that his plan failed." Tigerstar felt hot anger burning up inside of him. He should have killed his cat when he was an apprentice. It didn't matter now. The past could always be corrected. He would not fail again.

Unsheathing his massive claws he lunged at the BloodClan leader, pinning the small cat down. He lurched forward, about to land the killing bite when suddenly he felt a sharp jab in his stomach. Scourge tossed the brown tabby off him, his hind paws dripping with blood.

As the ShadowClan leader lost consciousness, he reached a paw forward, desperate to draw even the slightest bit of blood from the rogue. But his muscles had lost all their strength, and the last thing he could hear was the sound of Scourge gloating over his victory.

...

When Tigerstar's eyes opened, he knew where he was almost immediately. The ugly gray trees and the smell of decay filled his senses. Scourge had killed him. A rogue, a kittypet, a cat he had at his mercy when he was a mere apprentice had brought down the greatest warrior in the forest.

The former ShadowClan leader unsheathed his claws, leaping towards a slender tree, and landing blow after blow until he managed to uproot it and it collapsed at his feet. Amber eyes burning with fury, he lifted his muzzle and let out a yowl that was heard by even the elders of StarClan. But it was useless. No one would be able to come to him. He and chosen his path, and now was bound to forever walk alone through the darkness.