Seeing as most of after the battle stories for dead cats will most likely be for Spottedleaf or Hollylead, I figured I'd make one for Tigerstar.
After the Battle Ch. 1
Tigerstar's last vision was of the kittypet filth collapsing, wounded and dying. He'd achieved his goal.
But he had paid the highest price for it.
All he had ever known faded into black as the tabby tom's spirit bared his fangs on a defiant snarl that the Clans would never see. It felt strangely as if he had never died the second time, as if the kittypet is former Clan had called a leader hadn't given him such a humiliating defeat. Defeated by a kittypet...his pride hurt more than his wounds. He heaved himself to his paws and stared around, though all he could see was pitch darkness.
"Tigerstar...Tigerstar."
ShadowClan's former leader whipped around and hissed at the figure gazing at him with soulless blue eyes. The white she-cat slowly padded towards him like a mysterious ghost. There was a glowing white aura around her, so she may as well have been a ghost.
"Get out of here, stupid! I have to find my way out of here."
The she-cat paid no attention to the insult. "My name is Snowspirit, and I regret to inform you that you cannot leave without help." Tigerstar snorted. "I am the Keeper of Lost Souls."
"Couldn't have asked for a cheesier name," the tabby tom sneered.
"I am here to give cats whose very spirits have been killed-cats like you-a second chance," Snowspirit sounded as if she were barely containing her temper. "Cats you might know would include Graystripe, Russetfur, and Whitestorm," she meowed, voice clear and echoing off some invisible cave wall.
"Seeing all of the...wrong you have done in your past life, this will be your only chance. Set things right, or lose it all," she warned as the pale white light faded and Tigerstar was plunged into a new life. His whole life flashed before him and just as Scourge was about to tear him open, he was thrust somewhere wet and cold. A rough tongue licked Tigerstar warm and he mewed loudly in rage. Names like "Dawnpelt" and "Crowfrost" and "Littlecloud" were thrown around. There was a final screech of pain, then a peaceful, comforting silence. Tigerstar knew no more of his past life.
"What do you want to call him, love?"
"Tigerkit, after Tigerheart." There was a sad pause. "I miss him. Especially after..after Flametail..."
"It's alright, we all do. What about the others?"
"I think Sootkit for the little black tom. Do you want to name the two she-kits?"
"Of course I will. How about Stormkit for the gray kit, and Foxkit for the ginger one?"
"They sound perfect. Tigerkit, Sootkit, Stormkit, and Foxkit." His mother, the one he assumed to be Dawnpelt, sighed. "I love you."
His father, the one he thought was Crowfrost, purred loudly. "They're beautiful. I'll leave you to rest, love."
Tigerkit raised his tiny head and mewled in protest when Crowfrost gave his pelt a rough lick and squirmed closer to Dawnpelt and Stormkit.
"Little warriors already," Crowfrost laughed.