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okay this is kind of a play off of the hallows eve event where because the lines are weird and fuzzy with the afterlife and the living, the cats can still see and interact with caroline's spirit. she doesn't want to come back, she just hasn't moved on and because of the lines being fuzzy, living felines can see and interact with the struggle to move on
I should go now quietly.
There was a silence that settled across the earth as the feline found her body resting on the shore. The water that had ravaged her body had placed her there, drifted her body to the soil as if to lay it there peacefully. However, the scene was hard to see as peaceful in any way. Her body was broken and misshaped, blood tricked across the sands below her. It was horrifying and gruesome, the amount of force that the earth had taken against an innocent body. It had been angry and unfair, pushing the creature's body beyond what was right or rational. The angle her head hung limply was enough to know that this is what killed her. The rest, the rest was simply the world taking revenge on a soul that didn't deserve it. Out of all of the souls in this world, Caroline seemed to deserve it least. The white feline had always been pious, perhaps to a fault. She had said her prayers and provided guidence. Still, she died a death meant for a thief, a sinner. In her end, she was reduced to nothing, just like each cat was reduced to nothing when it was their time. The universe did not play a game of favorites when it decided it was time, or at least, the gods seemed to chose not to, to let the earth do as it pleased with her bones.
My bones will find a place to sleep.
The spirit of the cat lingered on the scene, watching with abject horror of the situation. She knew, looking at her deceased body, that she would get no funeral pyre. Her body would not be brought to camp to allow those who would miss her to mourn. It would be a closed casket funeral; they would put her in the ground before anyone had a chance to cry. Tears welled in the soul's eyes. What had she done to deserve this? Had she not done everything correctly? Even when the Gods told her to reach out to Naveen, a soul who had clearly turned his backs on them, she had done so willingly. She had done everything she had been asked. Yet, this was what her moons on this earth amounted to; a pile of sand that her bones had found as their final resting place. Mourning the loss of her life was cruel, suffocating, yet she did it alone. The gods did not reach out to her. They had forgotten her, and now, Caroline's spirit now had little to do but to wait until her body was found. Maybe then, the gods would come to her, welcome her home into the afterlife...
All my limbs will become trees.
A crackle of a shifting stone signaled that a cat was, in fact, near. The dead she-cat closed her spirit eyes, sending a prayer that this would help.
Caroline was one of the first cats he had ever met in Brookclan. While she hadn't been the most welcoming, the tom still considered her to be a friend. Because of that, coming upon her body was shoking to say the least. The tom raced towards the body, concern flashing in his eyes. It wasn't until he was almost to the body that he skidded to a stop, noticing the she-cat's spirit. "Oh Marli, no..." The quiet prayer left his mouth before he could stop it, staring on in abject horror. "Caroline... What happened?" The boyar's eyes grew soft. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be in the afterlife?"
The look of mourning became a look of shock when she heard the Boyar address her. At first, she simply assumed that he was referring to her body, the one that had been ravenged by the water. She hadn't been the first cat recently to die submerged in the waves. It was then that he asked her why she was still here. The spirit cat froze, her eyes wide with the shock that was pulsing through her body.
".... You.... you can see me?" she asked, praying to the gods that he did not answer her. Praying to the gods that this was a joke, that one of them would be there to guide her to the next path in life. What did it mean that Sammy could see her spirit? She assumed nothing good.
Caroline blinked her eyes, a headache pounding through the forefront of her mind. Could ghosts get headaches? Was she a ghost? There were so many questions. If she was dead, why was she still here? "Honestly, I don't know."
She blinked. That was a loaded question. What was the last thing she remembered? The ghost shook her head slowly. "The voices... they were very loud. I remember trying to cross the water to find the source of them... Then, nothing..."
"Breathe?" she asked, her voice borderline hysterical. "I'm dead! What good would breathing do? It won't change anything," she meowed, before giving her body a swift kick. "See, still dead."
"Does that mean the gods will allow me to come in as soon as the sun rises?" the question was a beg. She had to be let into the afterlife, right? What would she do if they didn't?
She didn't look too thrilled about the concept that they might not. "The brook... they say its haunted. I heard the voices. I had to find them." Her spirit-head twitched slightly. "It had been an itch I couldn't scratch..."
