Prologue
There was the harsh slam of the door to our heroine's room as she sniffed, her eyes watering, though she refused to cry. He always believes her! she silently screamed, clearly distressed, she wiped a salty tear away as she picked up a book, the dim light filtering through the crack between the door and wall, her hazel eyes adjusting as her pupils dilated to see the best she could in the low light level as she sniffed again. Moving her dark brunette hair out of her eyes, she began to read.
Many hours past until she had finished the book for the second, maybe third time. A soft white flash across the sky attracted the gaze of her eyes as she watch the falling star, her eyes shut lightly as she made a wish. She glanced back to her book and smiled lightly. Not caring whether or not it was a true falling star and not a plane. The creak of the door startled the girl, light filtering in as someone opened the door, our heroine was already underneath her blanket, not wanting to talk with her father...
Then she blacked out.
Silvery shapes, like ghostly cats, surrounded her, not in her world, but another. "Has she woken?" a gentle, silver tabby asked, her tail like a plum of feathers, as she rushed to join the side of an almost identical she-cat
"No, she hasn't. Are you sure this is a good idea, Feathertail?" the older starry she-cat asked
"She has troubles ahead of her in either world. Though I believe she may be happier in one that is not her own, Silverstream."
"Very well, a lone kittypet has not long departed the living world, I believe her body could support this young one's soul."
"I'm surprised about their resemblances." Feathertail gapsed, after having seen the human's new vessel "Do you know if she'll be able to walk between afterlives, like I do?" she added, Silverstream froze
"Both plains you walk in are those of cats. I'm not sure she'd be able to. B-But I've already searched her thoughts for what she wants after death." the she-cat answered, seemingly not wanting to go on, she gulped "This is what she would want."
Silence
The younger of the silvery cats tail twitched "Maybe it's better that she's not awake." she sighed as her mother helped her move the soul to the body it would reside in.
A silent rise of the chest.