Oh look a ghost, I must've died apready(p)

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"I pray your death be swift and painless."

And just like that, she was alone again. She? He? They? It? Two weeks had passed since birth and the kid could speak a bit now but they didn't quite get the significance of pronouns yet. Partially because those tended to signify your identity to people and there were no people around to signify to. She didn't fully understand what had happened. She just knew someone had abandoned her again. Death didn't seem scary to her though. She didn't understand it yet. She just hoped it would be swift and painless, just as the figure that moved her said. She didn't want to be in pain.

Another sound caught her small ears. She coughed and turned over to look at the direction it came from. Was this it?

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!! ꔠ the

HOLY SPIRIT - YOUR GOD ABOVE ꔠ !!

★ he . they (may use she when convenient) ★ tall black, gray, and white chimera that has medium-long fur and varying fur textures. has a feathery, kinked tail & bright amber eyes. smells of metallic & cinnamon. ★

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彡 ➜ @Shade.
The chimera was once again bored. A little run-in with a edgelord stranger had been somewhat entertaining, it was funny how serious some cats took revenge. They never seen HIM getting mad about being a sacrifice to the Gods below! (Then again.. they had seen it sought to bless them after all.) Perhaps that is the one and only reason Spirit didn't walk away from the ball of fur.

"Huh, you're an ugly little thing, " was the first thing uttered from the feline once he walked close enough to get a better look at the gray tabby. He walked circles around the small kitten, reaching out with a paw to give it a rough poke. "You don't even look old enough to be weaned, are youu a orphan? Dead parents or they just didn't want you?" They babbled, not particularly caring that the other likely wasn't able to respond. It was tinytinytiny.

Yikes. That cough didn't sound good. "Hhhmm, hmm. Whaat are we going to do with you? Do you want to join the living or the dead, little one?" .. Spirit didn't really want the responsibility of keeping it alive, honestly, but he couldn't deny that they had once been in such a position that had them feeling .. soft.

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✶ LULLABY LYRE ✕ AGATHA KITTY ✕ KITTY KRUEGER ✕ DREAMWALKER ✶

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@wolfie

The young kit heard speech again. Their tiny head turned up to face whoever was talking. Spirit was greeted with the palest, almost glowing blue eyes cats could have. They trailed him casually. The kitten was too young to understand the threat strangers posed. Besides, dying was something that had already been ingrained in her mind.

It wasn't the first time she'd been called a name. That didn't stop her from sneezing indignantly. She was already abandoned, no need to rub salt into the, wound. Though young, the kit was sharp enough to understand why everyone left her. She was small, weak and got sick very easily.
"Didn't want me. Big brown cat over in the Pointy trees didn't want me either." she replied matter-of-factly. She was, despite everything, still young and easily distracted, and thus began focusing on the stranger's long, pretty tail.

Her eyes focused back onto the speaker's face. What were they asking her? If she wanted to live or die? She wobbled up to a standing position, having regained some strength. Honestly, this was taking longer than she expected. She'd been told she'd almost died several times, but it was always like falling asleep. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes it didn't.

"Dunno. Why's it taking so long? Did I already die or am I just gonna live? Are you dead? It doesn't hurt as much right now. Does that mean I'm getting better?" she asked semi-excitedly, stepping slowly towards the other cat.