A lone figure stood on the cliff ready to jump. It was a stormy night anyone who jumped would die instantly and it would be horribly painful. The figure had tears in his eyes "I've had enough" he whispered looking down. "Of what?" came a purr was calm and gentle belonging to a lady with pinkish red hair which was dark yet bright short with a long flowing rats tail, gold eyes like cat eyes and ivory skin dotted with black tabby cat like stripes. Sat on her head were cat ears of the same colour as her hair and had several piercings in each and a long tabby cat tail in the same shade. She wore black pants one leg was full covered while the other leg had a short leg rather than a pant leg. Her top was strapless and cropped to just under her bust, showing the markings, in the same shade as her hair with a sash that was black with elegant design in the shade of the top. She wore a red spiked collar with a silver bell, a gloved hand what looked like a cat paw had claws which shone in the moonlight.

The Lady reached for her flute as the boy looked forwards again "Of living this nightmare" the Lady stood next to him "Are you death?" the boy asked

"No far from him although we are friends" the feline spirit purred lightly

"Who are you then?" the boy questioned gingerly

"I am bravery it's self, I am the guardian of the lost, showing them the light. I am known as the Cheshire who showed Alice out the wood. But my name is Catna Pandora AKA Piper"

"And why are you here?"

"To tell you it's not the end yet, there is an end to the story yes but yours it not yet"

"I can't go on" The boy began to cry again

"You can. I lost my whole race yet I still walk the earth, my head held high not letting anyone knock me down do the same, the little things make the difference." The lady purred

"Piper thank you" He smiled when he suddenly knew what he had to do the boy ran out the forest his head cleared.

"It's my job kid" She meowed back as she prowled back to her den; her bare feet (or paws as they were) made short work of getting her to the cosy den where a salmon fish and cream were waiting for her.

When she finally crawled into her den death was sat contently on her couch nibbling on a cracker. Death was handsome as they say beauty can kill, he had shoulder length black hair and sharp blue eyes a sickly pale complexion and a handsome face. "Hey death" she mewed eating a fish pastry he brought back from Japan. "Hello Cat" Death replied. Oh and he is the only one who calls her cat and she is the only one who knows his real name although she think death is cooler "North is holding a party for Frost all the sprits are attending" her ears perked up and her eyes went wide the fish tail sticking out my mouth. "Yay!" she mewed pouncing on death both laughing uncontrollably.