What can one untrained, un-welcomed and unloved cat do? Butterfly was born a pure white coated cat in Millthorn, a Colony obsessed with power. But when her pelt suddenly sprouts colors of a calico, her cynical Colony, fearful of this omen, framed he...
How had it come to this? She was destined for such a great future! They said she was blessed by Nirac, the Original Harbinger himself, and touched by the spirits of their ancestors to guide them.
She could only watch as her adoring fans turned hateful. They ignored her, pretended to forget she ever existed, and talked to Elites about how they 'never believed she could be real anyway'.
A fraud, that's what she was. They told her she'll only become a murderer. Be the calico Prithorn was. They said her pelt will grow darker as her wrong deeds amounted.
As her paws hit the water, she knew nothing of coldness. There was nothing cold about the autumn river, there was only warm open arms, welcoming her, caressing her, guiding her.
We'll wash you clean. They said. You'll feel nothing after this is over. Your Colony will remember again when this is over.
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With a great intake of air, she slammed her snout down under the surface, thrashing herself against the water current.
More.
She tossed and turned, with nothing to lose but burden. The river rejoiced with her, danced with her, frolicked with her. Surely she will win, and her fur will be back to normal.
We'll wash you clean! They sang. You'll feel nothing after this is over. You'll have everything you want.
She begged her poor body to hold it. She begged her lungs not to burst. She begged for her heart to stay put.
More!
She could do nothing but sing along with the river spirits. Her body can take it. Her utopia welcomes her.
Her muzzle began to hurt. Her lungs began to contract. Her stomach felt dizzy. Her head started screaming. Her vision became blurred and unsettling.
One more minute. She pleaded to the river this time. Give me strength, let me float.
We'll wash you clean. They said simply. You'll feel nothing when this is over. You'll be powerful again.
But she felt everything.
Something flew to her. Something white. "Astia!" She screamed. "Save me!"
The white faded to reveal orange. Then black. A tortoiseshell.
Her eyes squeezed for her gaze to maintain contact. "Father?" her paws stretched, confusion was blinding her.
"My baby." A voice, sweet as honey, soothing as the fresh blooms of nature. It couldn't be Astia. It rang again, echoed, and faded as quick as it came. Like a firefly, zipping about, teasing for her to catch it. "Don't give in to them."
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