one x one | kitty & eternalshadows

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what would happen if two deceased warriors were given a chance for a new life?

a once loving couple got separated at death, one went to the high ranks of starclan...
while the other went to the deep roots of the dark forest.

one day, they miraculously are able to see and touch each other when they happen to
come to the 'border' of the two worlds. in shock, they touch noses and, well...

starting over as a kit in two separate clans, they go through a new life, completely
unaware of the one they lived before.

you'll just have to see what happens now!



tigerpath [♂] - a light brown and white tabby tom with olive colored eyes [windclan]



foxheart [♀] - a long haired orange and white tabby with yellow eyes [shadowclan]

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- name; tigerpath
- gender; male
- rank; starclan warrior / reincarnation
- clan; tbd

- description; a light brown tabby tom
with darker brown tabby stripes. a white muzzle,
chest, paws, and tail tip. olive green eyes.
- build; lean

- personality; tigerpath is an alert and usually calm cat. he tries to take in all of the information before jumping to conclusions. he feels curiosity and a hunger for adventure with every new event. he is pretty cooperative and understanding. he will usually do more small and not so obvious things to show his appreciation or affection, not a big, giant act. he can take a while to fully trust others, and usually is hard to forgive others if they betrayed him. he can have a more dry or sarcastic humor, but if he does start his jokes, know that he is interested in the conversation and cats having it. he can sometimes be clumsy, or get too lost in daydreaming or thoughts to think straight.

- history; tigerpath was born to two windclan cats, rosemeadow and owlcry, along with his sister snowtuft. they grew up together with the clan active around them. tigerpath began to feel bored with his everyday life, though it was a bit selfish to think so. he ventured away from his clan and met up with a she-cat named foxheart, or rather, foxleap at the time. he fell deeply in love with the she-cat, but when he died in battle, he and his love were separated. tigerpath went to join the ranks of starclan, while foxheart joined the dark forests' army. he mourned over his loss of love for a very long time, but seeing as this was going to be his life now, he had to look to the bright side. he now spends a lot of time with his parents and friends, as well as watching over his sister and her kits who are still alive. he acts as a sort of guardian angel to her and her new family, as well as appearing to her in her dreams.

[ingenuity,]

Foxheart // Foxleap

Info
Female
Dark Forest Resident
Later reincarnation, clan tbd

Physical Description
lithe, well-muscled she-cat with long ginger and white fur. Her eyes are a pale golden-brown color. Her strongest abilities are speed and agility, although she is quite strong. Her strongest sense is hearing, much like the majority of cats. Foxheart has battle scars across her muzzle, a torn ear, and a missing back toe, all of which she acquired during battles.

Personality
Foxheart is determined, assertive, and straightforward. She has a temper that, when out of control, can be stopped by no cat. When angered, Foxheart becomes vicious and merciless, leading her to do terrible things which she does not always intend to do. She was always truly a sweet, caring cat at heart but could never learn to forgive. She holds grudges and keeps hatred in her heart easily and will always gladly enter battle, usually leaving with the hot blood of her enemies on her muzzle.
The cruel she-cat is also known to be incredibly manipulative, untrustworthy, and clever. She will deceive many in the blink of an eye without a shadow of regret. Her ability to come up with lies on the spot has helped her many times in her life.

History
Foxheart's original warrior name was Foxleap, for her agility, pelt color, and cleverness. As she grew older, her clanmates could see that she wasn't quite as normal as she used to be. Her cruel nature began to show when she was a kit but many cats thought she was just a bit too assertive and curious for her own good. On a few occasions as an apprentice, she was known to attempt eating prey alive or tearing it to shreds just for the fun of it.
The middle-aged she-cat later became mates with a loving tom named Tigerpath. Her love for him overpowered her tendency to hold grudges and lose her temper, and he was the only one who ever saw the soft, weak side of the secretive, ill-tempered she-cat. He likely knew a very different version of her than most of their clanmates and didn't realize her cruel tendencies until she died and ended up being put in the Dark Forest.
As a Dark Forest cat and without her mate with her, Foxleap's cruelness and horrid habits became a part of everyday life. Foxleap was soon known as Foxheart, one of the few cats who eventually earned respect and was never messed with. She won most battles she got into and would never flinch at the chance to kill another cat, alive and dreaming or already dead.

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Foxheart's silent paw steps led her through the sickly-colored ferns and over the sludgy black stream that led to a nearby river that held the same contaminated substance. The blackness of the night sky was illuminated only by the dim moonlight, accentuating the dry, brittle branches of the leafless trees overhead. There seemed to be no cat out but when she stepped out into a clearing, the shining ellipses of cats' eyes in the shadows merged into heads and then bodies as the spirits padded out of the dark shadows. Foxheart padded onwards, only stopping to snarl at a cat who had been staring at her scarred muzzle. She padded up to the large tom, a sneer on her muzzle. "What? Have you got something to say?" Her hot, surprisingly sweet breath stirred the tom's whiskers and he hurriedly backed away. Foxheart snarled and took a step closer. "Don't back away, answer me!" She unsheathed her claws and swatted the tom's muzzle, drawing blood on his nose.
"N- No... I don't... Sorry." His quiet and hesitant mew was deep but he looked like a young warrior who had died in a recent battle.
"Don't apologize! You look weak!" Foxheart spat and leaped at him, pinning his broad shoulders to the slimy mud on the forest floor. "Prove to me you're not weak!"
the tom's hesitant eyes suddenly flared with determination and anger. He pushed back up, shoving Foxheart off him. He launched himself at her, a yowl of attack coming from his throat. His large paw swiped at her already scarred muzzle but Foxheart dodged and attacked him back, her hooked, sharp claws catching his paw and pulling him down. The tom hissed and recovered his balance before he could get too much of a disadvantage.
Foxheart leaped at him again with full force, battering his face with sharp claws. She had raised onto her hind paws, tail tucked in by her side. The tom cringed away then stood up to meet her blows. His large paws beat Foxheart back a bit until she slammed into him with her head, toppling him over onto his back. He yowled in surprise as Foxheart's weight soon was pressing into his shoulders again, claws digging deeper and deeper. She lowered his muzzle to his face and looked him in the eyes, her narrowed pupils aggressive and confident. "Let this teach you not to stare." With a vicious snarl, she took a paw and raked her claws over the tom's face, across his eye and down his muzzle. The cuts ran deep and out of them, blood began to flow freely. The tom yowled and writhed under her until he could scramble up and back away, his now damaged and useless eye closed in pain.
The cats around them were watching the scene until Foxheart snarled and looked around. "And I won't show any other cat mercy! Just because he's my kin I might have given him a little advantage but I won't for anyone else!" Her hiss rang out and silenced everyone else. With a last look around the clearing, Foxheart padded out and away from them all.
The darkness enveloped her as she padded away silenly, the fur on her right paw-tip slightly clotted with the tom's blood. Foxheart soon found herself at a spot where the dead and brittle trees began to thin out. The darkness and shadows had begun to fade slightly and the murky river took an abrupt turn to the left. She padded on curiously, never having seen this before.

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Tigerpath embraced his sister as he visited her while she dreamed. His sister, Snowtuft, was still alive and well. A middle-aged warrior at her finest, a queen at that. "How are your kits doing?" Tigerpath asked after stepping back from Snowtuft to look her in the face.

Her paws kneaded the ground a bit, a mixture of happiness and slight embarrassment by the question was evident in her expression. "They're doing so well! All are almost big enough to become apprentices, they will become fine warriors one day. They remind me of us as kits, actually." The queen mentioned her eyes' softening. A sorrowful look washed over her as she spoke again. "How's...Wrenkit?"

"He's fine. I know you miss him, but for now just tend to your living kits. He will one day be so happy to see you, you know that. He doesn't blame you either, greencough is a killer that strikes hard." Tigerpath responded, sensing his sister was waking. "We will both be here for you, remember that." He finished as she faded out from sight, awaking back in her nest in the camp.

Looking around, the tom noticed that more StarClan cats were swarming around him, meaning that he was no longer alone. Deciding to go find some prey, he went off to a part of the meadow that he was used to hunting in, instead of the more crowded forest. "I still don't understand how they do it." he mumbled under his breathe, sighing a bit. No matter how much his fellow StarClan clanmates tried to teach him, he couldn't grip the skills it took to hunt in more crowded parts of the area. The windy moors would always be his home, and that meant he would always keep their special hunting conditions.

Noticing that he had wandered off in an odd place, instead of the moor, he stopped in confusion. No other cats were in sight. He was sure he went the right way, it had been the same path he had always taken to hunt here...right? Looking back, then to his sides, Tigerpath noted that all around him shared the same look. The colors had faded some, and the sky looked off. Flicking his tail, he hesitantly moved forwards and continued his journey. However...now he was driven by his own curiosity more then his hunger.

After a while, he stopped once more...This time in shock. The place he seemed to be in was not a sunny and peaceful place...but also not a gruesome and haunted place. Few trees lay around, a couple plain oak trees, other that looked more wicked and twisted. The grass was at the point between shriveled and in full growth. But, what really shocked him the most was...

Seeing his old, and only, lover. Foxheart.

[ingenuity,]

Foxheart was unsure of what to think as she gazed around her different surroundings. The mixture between the life of some of the plants and the haunting appearance of a few of them was odd. Her tail tip twitched with even more curiosity as she took a few more steps forward. Surely this had to be the point between Starclan territory and the Dark Forest? If so, why had Foxheart never seen this before? Her breaths and heartbeat sped up as she thought she scented a familiar cat but then thought again. No... It's not?... Of course it's not. It can't be, it would be too big of a coincidence. The chances of us finding this lace at the same time is so slim. She took in another deep breath just to make sure, but the familiar and closer scent now bathed her tongue. She looked around curiously, excitedly, but not seeing him. "Tigerpath?..." She experimented, saying his name in a quiet and unsure mew. As she stepped around a bush, she saw him. The lean, light brown tom standing there, his green gaze immediately connecting with the pale yellow of hers. She hesitantly took a few steps forward, eyes now wide and curious about the new situation, much like a young kit finding something completely new. She took in a breath, seeing him as the perfect, strong, handsome tom she always knew. Foxheart felt her heart beat faster as she padded towards him, a sudden happiness filling her chest that she had forgotten about. The feeling she had right then was something she never thought of anymore. It was almost like a new feeling, only it brought up memories of a past life she had left behind already. "Tigerpath!" Her mew turned into a gentle purr. "I didn't... I didn't think I'd ever see you again..."

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Tigerpath's eyes widened and his heart seemed to skip more then one beats. Foxheart was there, real, and in front of him. He let his senses fall numb and let his heart and excitement takes over. "Foxheart...Neither did I! How did you even...How did we even?..." His words seemed to stick in his throat and choke him up. "It has been a very, very long time. How have you been doing...In the Dark Forest?"

He knew it wasn't his place to ask, nor something that she would probably want to even talk about...but part of him still felt a hunger to know. He still, however, couldn't expect anything good to come out of her answer. "Unless you don't want to talk about it...Which I understand." He added with an ear flick. "I mean, we don't even know how we got hear, let alone when we might ever be able to do this again... Or if we'll ever see each other again." He let his thoughts be spoken aloud, unconsciously stepping forwards every so often he talked, getting nearer and nearer to Foxheart.

His mind was clouded, yet some part of him sensed that he should be more careful. How often did any cat speak of a StarClan cat and Dark Forest cat meeting? Though he was over the moon about the whole situation, he wondered why he and Foxheart had been chosen for...Whatever this was.

[ingenuity,]

Foxheart stepped towards Tigerpath as he did the same, a light purr rumbling in her throat. It faltered when he asked about the Dark Forest but she just gave him a tiny shake of her head and replied, "That doesn't really matter... I'm respected there and that's all that really makes a difference." Her purr strengthened again and she continued to step closer until she felt like they were close enough already. She wanted to touch muzzles with him, to share the warmth they once did as living cats in their clan.

As he wondered aloud, she felt curious about the same things he said. She opened her mouth to reply, only no sound came out. After a few heartbeats, she had thought of what to say. "If we've done it once, we must be able to do it again... Even if we can't, maybe it would be good just to enjoy the chance we've got now?" Her long tail twitched slightly as she pawed the ground with her right paw, which still had the blood of her kin on it. She covered the blood with the dirt, which was damp but not like the mud in the Dark Forest.

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[Forgive me, because I have no idea how to write out the reincarnation process. c; I know that in the books it's been written, but that was before the cats joined StarClan. I tried to explain Tigerpath's 'new' life, not sure if I did it well. Do you think they should start of as semi-older apprentices? Maybe between 8-11 moons old?]

Tigerpath noticed her movement in her paw, but his eyes were not fast enough to catch anything that could of been there. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, but then he blinked and focused back on Foxheart's face. His gaze softened as he looked at her. He joined her rumbling purr that seemed to shake the earth and sky around them...Wait.

Looking down, Tigerpath noticed pieces of loose dirt and pebble jump up and down softly, but still enough to cause notice. He gasped when he noticed that the sky had filtered out to a purple-ish hue and had lost all of its clouds. Snapping his head back to Foxheart, he instantly panicked. His body shaking, a bit from fear and some from the minor earthquake, he urgently spoke, "Foxheart! I...I don't know what's happening. ...But, I promise you that we will find each other once more, in here, or anywhere!" Wrapping his tail around her own, he touched his nose to hers and then nuzzled her face affectionately.

A few heartbeats after they shared a moment, [You can add her actions/speaking] Tigerpath felt her touch fade away, opening his eyes to find Foxheart gone. He let out a small whimper after only just reuniting with his former mate, whom he still truly loved. Focusing in on his surrounding, they really hadn't changed too much. The snap of a twig sounded behind him, and instantly Tigerpath turned his head, hoping to spot Foxheart's familiar face once more.

Instead of her stood several pale cats, looking much like Tigerpath's faded and starry pelt, except with hidden faces. His eyes widened as they approached him, his legs tripped over themselves as he staggered backwards. However, these cats had too much of a force for the light brown tabby to get away. They pulled him in like a lightning bug to the shiny light of a light. Bracing himself as one of them leaned down by his face, the last words he heard before everything going black were like whispers.

"You get a new chance. Don't mess it up this time."

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Tigerpaw strolled around camp, his tail lowered at his slight exhaustion. It was beginning to grow dark in WindClan, and darkness meant windiness. His head perked up when he heard the leader, Hailstar, call his name. "Yes, Hailstar?" He mewed to the gray leader.

"You and Palepaw will be going to the gathering tonight." Hailstar spoke with a brief nod of his head, "We will be leaving in a couple moments, tell him and then meet at the entrance. We will depart once you get there."

Feeling his mood lift entirely, Tigerpaw raced through the open meadow to grab his friend. Palepaw, a sand-ish colored siamese, was the son to Snowtuft and Larktalon. [Ooh, you see what I did there!]

Entering the appentices' den, Tigerpaw shared the good gathering news to his friend, together Palepaw and he went to the clan's entrance and set out with the other clan members heading to the gathering.

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*I couldn't have done it any better. XD*

Foxheart turned her head to Tigerpath, her look of confusion and panic reflected in his eyes. The ground was shaking! She nuzzled him back, replying, "I know. I won't let you go now that I've found you again." Her mew was quiet and calm, much unlike her body. She was trembling slightly and her purr had faded away. "I love you." She licked his cheek fur before the feeling faded away, his face seemingly getting further. The scene changed to a forest or thick, pine woods. A very pale, silvery cat walked out of the shadows, followed by a few others all of whom had starry pelts much like Foxheart's. She looked at them, eyes wide in surprise. "Who are you? Where am I?"
The cat frowned and walked up to her. His low mew was barely audible to anyone but her. It stirred her ear fur as his muzzle whispered the words into her ear, "You have been given another chance at life. Do not fail us again." His deep mew was filled with authority and sounded somewhat... Hopeful? He gave Foxheart a small nod and padded away, the others following him silently. Amber growled, confused. "What do you mean, don't fail you again?! Another chance at life? Wha-" She stopped, feeling a weird sensation. Everything began to fade quickly.
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Foxpaw strutted around camp, her chin high in pride. Her tail was high as she sat near the camp entrance with her brother, Sunpaw. Much like Foxpaw, Sunpaw was a large, well-muscled cat but his fur, instead of a ginger-orange and white, was a darker shade of orange and had no white except for the tip of his front right paw. Unlike Foxpaw, he had brilliant green eyes. For being young apprentices, both cats seemed quite mature already. Well... Physically, anyway. Sunpaw turned to his sister, green eyes wide with excitement. "I can't wait! Our first gathering!"
Foxpaw turned to her brother and grinned wryly. "No, fluffbrain... Your first gathering." She purred in amusement as Sunpaw's tail drooped a little then went back up. "Whatever. You went out of camp first! I went out to find you!" He defended himself strongly, trying to prove to his sister that he was better.
Foxpaw shook her head. "Yeah, but I wasn't caught! At least I know how to get myself out of the situations I create!" She stopped talking as her mentor, Hawkflight, padded over to her. His broad, dark brown tabby head looked down at her. "Ready to go?"
"Of course!" She mewed in reply, standing up quickly. She saw their leader, Shadowstar, begin to pad out of camp, leading the group of cats out of the clan and to their gathering place.