“Maybe that’s a sign that my last actions before I fade away ought to be good ones.&

“Maybe that’s a sign that my last actions before I fade away ought to be good ones.“

He’s a frail white cat with a curled tail and scars along his flank; his back claws are overgrown.

Once in the Dark Forest he gains a large burning scar from his forehead to his lower stomach and his eye is filled with pulsating sores. The faintest stars sprinkle from his pelt like dew.