Capítulo 3: BFJ
CHAPTER TWO
As I shoved the curtain aside with one nose, trying not to sneeze, I instantly felt a feeling return to my paws, which had previously been numb. Being dead was so cold, like constantly freezing.
A cat was lying, gasping for air as blood spilled from split ribs, soaking the ground with more red. Cats didn't have beauty standards, but if they did, this one would meet all of them, with sharp yellow eyes and dark plum hair. Luckily, he hadn't been facing me, and what I had expected was happening. I was coming back from the dead, and I was no longer a ghost. My translucent paws faded to a beautiful, captivating white. The fur was so soft, almost demanding attention, and screaming, "Oh, look at me! Im sooo beautiful!". I imagine this one would top the beauty standards too.
Because, actually, this wasn't an ordinary cat, in fact, this particular cat wasn't supposed to exist at all. This cat was just an extra I had written in myself and had imagined many times. I had even made fanart, like a dedicated simp. And because I, like this cat, also didnt fully belong here, it looked like we were healing each other. As blood eventually stopped flowing, I watched, mesmerized, as the skin that had been ripped just seconds ago closed and stitched. Not a single scar on that pretty pelt. It would, after all, be a shame if it was ruined. The cat was now blinking awake, craning his head to look up at me from the cold floor of the den.
"w-who are you?"
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