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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the Plane, looking totally out of it. She's sitting, small and wide-eyed and confused, amidst the scattered bodies of dead cats. They're sad, grotesque creatures, some missing eyes, or a leg, some unnaturally large, almost all missing hair around the face and neck. Most have wounds, some shallow and unhealed, others recent, signs of a brutal fight. Many of them are charred. The one closest to Cy has wires wound up into one of its eye sockets.

She walks over to him, dabs gently at his face, and starts trying ineffectively to clean the soot from around his nose.]

Wake up, brother. There's dances to be done. Wake up. You can find the road again. Please?

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Starts bumping her head against the other cat's side.] They were fighting, and then it was fire, and they all fell asleep.

[sgathan-briste.livejournal.com]

[sad] I'm sorry, Cy. [has seen a lot of violence, but something like this...] This shouldn't happen to someone like you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Groggy look.] Who should it happen to, Evergreen?

[sgathan-briste.livejournal.com]

...No one, honestly.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Happened to you, Evergreen?

[sgathan-briste.livejournal.com]

Not like this, but yes. [kneels down in front of the kitty] Are you injured?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

No, no. The King took care of that. [Turns in a circle, inspecting herself.]

[sgathan-briste.livejournal.com]

That's good. [reaches out slowly to pet her]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Rubs absently against his hand.]

[sgathan-briste.livejournal.com]

[pets her softly; it's the only thing he can do]