T-N-Freak, my "Tigers" novel is right over in The Professor's Writing Club. Lost Dreamer very kindly designed a siggy for me identifying my story, but I just have not had time to implement it (not being familiar with the procedure).
If you tackle my story, I should tell you that it begins "in medias res," which is Latin for "in the middle of things." To make it easier for a latecomer, I'll tell you something that happens just _before_ my narrative begins. It is, in fact, relevant to this very issue of character development.
Before my story begins, the scene is Narnia in only its second decade of existence. There is a Talking Tiger named Hookpaw, who is in just the second generation of Talking Beasts to have existed in the Narnian world. Hookpaw is not seriously bad at the outset,
but he has one flaw that an evil spirit makes use of: deep in his heart, he resents Aslan for assuming the physical shape of a lion instead of the shape of a tiger. The evil spirit, whispering suggestions into Hookpaw’s mind, finds Hookpaw willing to believe that the Talking Lions, for _their_ part, are arrogantly conceited over their external resemblance to Aslan. So Hookpaw wickedly persuades other tigers—in fact, the _majority_ of the adult tigers—to start killing off non-intelligent lions, with the excuse of making the countryside safer for humans, but _really_ for purposes of perfecting lion-killing tactics. Then the Talking Tigers attack the _Talking_ Lions—only to find Elephants, Centaurs, Giants, and King Frank himself rallying to the aid of the lions. Hookpaw’s own mate is killed in the violence; Hookpaw himself escapes from Narnia as a fugitive; and the story as written begins with a scene featuring Hookpaw’s mother-in-law, one of the few adult Talking Tigers who had NOT joined in the evil campaign. Much of the (I hope) interest in the subsequent story is in whether Hookpaw, like Edmund, will come to repentance and salvation.
I hope you’re a little intrigued.