The Tigress

Prolouge:

Ever since I was a child, I had a dream. To one day live in a world where both Herbivores and carnivores got together. To be friends. To love who they wanted. But one thing I learned is that reality was a fickle thing.....herbivores were judging creatures and carnivores struggled with their instincts. Some carnivores just want to be accepted but herbivores make it hard.

I remember when I was younger...my first day in kindergarten. The class was made up of mostly herbivores, the teacher was also one. I tried to get along with them, make some friends and be accepted. But they avoided me, the herbivore students used their status as prey to get me in trouble. It was always "ah! She scratched me!" Or "she tried to eat me!" They always expected me to lash out, the teacher also expected the same. She was always unfair to the carnivores and believe her own herbivore friends. I just wanted friends...why was I born a carnivore?

Why couldn't I be welcomed!?

I just wanted to be accepted. I wanted herbivores and carnivores to be friends like everyone said we were suppose to be. Nobody got along, there was always judging and rude remarks. In this world, your species was always dangerous because you were a carnivore. That your kind ate meat. What was your kind? Oh, sorry I forgot to say. I am a tiger. An orange type. The Siberian one. I think that's what were called.

Many stayed swayed from me because apparently tigers are intimidating and would eat you up! That wasn't true! Well, not for me at least. My family are....quite the picture of meat eaters. They want to go back to eating meat but can't because eating meat is outlawed. But they encourage meat eating and believe that a herbivore shouldn't have so much power over a carnivore. That we are the strongest! That we shouldn't be lowering our heads to an animal below us! Especially a herbivore. They tried to influence me. It never worked. I was just that stubborn.

I remember how I found out about the way my parents thought. It happened when I came back from school. I was upset and sobbing. I did what I usually did, I tried to befriend someone but they took didn't want a carnivore being their friend. I tried to convince them I wasn't like that! It soon got violent and they attacked me first. I didn't defend myself. I didn't want to get in trouble. I didn't want to be blamed. I didn't want to be a carnivore.....

I went home and soon broke down. Mom came to me and tried to calm me down. She asked what's wrong and I answered. I shouldn't have. If I didn't answered I probably would still have my mom in a better light...she looked at me. And the look in her eyes broke my heart...it was a look of disdain......Why? Why was she looking at me like that? What did I do wrong?

"M-mom?" Her lips curled.

"Don't call me....." What?

"What?"

"I said. Don't call me that! You don't deserve to call me mother after losing to that pitiful herbivore! How could you! You probably would have won!"

"Th-they were a herbivore."

"So?"

"Mom! They could have expelled me! Or even judge us more!"

"Tch-pathetic.."

"M-mom?"

"Your so pathetic. Who knew I would end up with a child like you."

"B-but..mom!"

"Your a carnivore! Not some weak herbivore! Where is your pride!?"
"M-mom! I-" I couldn't speak to her.

"Shut up."

Mom? Why was she being mean? She never told me to be quiet. She never talked to me in that tone of voice...what was going on?

"Listen well. You are a carnivore. They are a herbivore. They are food. Prey..weak. You are strong. Not weak like a prey...unless you are prey..are you prey? Food?"

M-mom? Mommy was scaring me. She..she..her. Her eyes are blank..cold..dull. What was wrong with her? She looked at me like she wanted to eat me. What's going on?

"Honey? Are you food? Prey?"

Oh, she was still asking me? Should I respond? Did I have permission now? What's going on?

"Oh! Are you frozen in fear? Like a rabbit? A prey?"

Mom..please don't talk like that. Please. Your scaring me.

"Are you prey? Answer me!"

"Eep! I-I m-m-mean n-no."

"Hmm, I can't hear you. Don't mumble."

"No-no. No!"

"Hmmm, okay~"

Just like that? She started to leave. Until she stopped. For a minute she paused than turned towards me. Than she...she..grinned. A sick one.
"Oh! Please don't let those herbivores won next time...okay?"

"Y-yes mother."

She nodded than left. I never saw her like that. Mother was never scary. When did I started to call her mother? Wasn't she mom or mommy? Why mother?

Mother gave off an aura that said "you will listen." Just like that. It was also deadly. Mother was going to hurt me, wasn't she? Did mother always thought of carnivores being better than herbivores? Wait. If mother reacted like that, than how would father act? Or even grandpa and grandma? Would they act the same? I don't know. I just realized, I never knew them like I thought I did.....

A/n: Heyyy. How are you doing? I know. I know. It's another book. But I couldn't help myself! I was watching beastars and reading fan fictions about it! I got hooked and I thought of many ocs for beastars fanfic. There's also not much fanfics in it and I wanted to write one...or a few. I have about 6 ocs. I drew them out in my scotch book but I do have some ideas planned but I don't know if I want to write them. But like usually, I'll probably would. I'll probably see if I can at least finish on of my other fanfics. Anyways, see ya!