Tigerclaw stalks through the forest, his massive frame moving with a surprising silence. His amber eyes scan the undergrowth with sharp precision, his ears swiveling at the slightest noise. Then, a flicker of movement catches his attention. He crouches low, his gaze narrowing as he tracks the sound of scuffling paws. Suddenly, he bursts through a thicket, pinning a small, bristling shape to the ground with a single, powerful paw. The kit hisses, tiny claws striking at his paw, but Tigerclaw’s grip is steady, unbothered. “Feisty one, aren’t you?” he growls, an approving glint in his eye. Ignoring the kit’s fierce protests, he lifts them by the scruff and begins padding back to camp. “Don’t worry,” he rumbles. “You’ll learn soon enough.”