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Mortality

CW//Discussion of death and Mortality

A yellow cat slipped into the tent of his favorite person, Leshy’s of course. It had become a habit at this point and he didn’t event need to ask for entry, the two had become so aquatinted with each other. Heck the lamb even joked about building a shelter they could share. But for now, they met like this. The yellow cat witnessed as his dearest bagworm layed on his back, his neck now adorned with a new garment. A golden skull necklace. The cat kneeled beside his companion, hand slowly tracing its way to the necklace. He carefully felt around the engravings and its surface before speaking up.

“Leshy, what is this? Did you make it?” He looked at the worm who only tilted his head slightly.”

“Ah.. no. It was gifted to me by the lamb. They said it would help me…. adjust.” His hand rose to meet the yellow cat’s palm, feeling its delicate form in his claws as he spoke.

“Adjust you say? Are you still having troubles here, you don’t seem to show distress lately.” It was hard not to pry, as Leshy had been a completely different person since the day he was indoctrinated. At first, confused and frustrated with this new way of life. Speaking out nonsenses that no other follower paid mind to, all except the yellow cat. He had always been patient with the worm no matter how difficult it was. And eventually, Leshy settled down and grew closer to him. To hear that the worm might be suffering in silence was surprising.

“…” Leshy thought about how to approach this, his old life could never be summed up in mere words. Regardless he would try his best as his companion liked to listen to as much as he could. “I suppose I have been quiet about some things. I didn’t think it would be something a mortal could grasp…. When I was tending to the garden, I nicked myself, not the end of the world but, the blood ran crimson. I have a limited time on this earth just like everyone else…” He intertwined his fingers with the yellow cat’s and the necklace. “And so… the lamb thought this could bring back an old sort of.. comfort? It is claimed the necklace will not let you age a day so long as you wear it. You will remain the same until the end of time.”The yellow cat lowered to his level, laying his head on the worm’s chest.

“You are scared of dying?” The worm simply nodded in response to him. “There is no need to fear Leshy.” The worm scoffed at him.

“That is nonsense, who wouldn’t be? Hundreds grovel at the very thought of getting hurt let alone dying. You should be scared too. There will be a time when you pass on and you never know when. It could even be tomorrow.”

“Well firstly, I’m a cat Leshy.. we have 9 lives.” He chuckled. “But to be honest with you, I only need the one.” Leshy tilted his head.

“Just one life?”

“That’s right. Just one. You see.. while I may not be here forever, I’m grateful for the time I have now. Every minute counts, I cherish the moments that I’m able to live through. And with that, if I were to die tomorrow, I would die fulfilled with myself.” He smiled at Leshy.

“But what if you could live forever. You would take it would you?”

“It sounds nice on paper but I wouldn’t. You must understand Leshy, to live forever is to watch the world change around you. To watch the ones you love come and go. To live on without them, the only memory existing in your head as new generations come along. I wouldn’t want to watch my loved ones die. I’d die with them.” Leshy’s hand slid down from his necklace.

“You’d be missed.”

“That is true. But I will live on in their memory” The yellow cat brushed their hand along the worm’s mossy face. His head melted into the touch, almost drawn to it like a magnet. “Did any of that help you at all?”

“…” It gave him more questions than answers, however, he felt an odd sense of reassurance. There was an interest to hear more despite him not understanding the mindset. Though for now he felt like he had enough. “In a way you can say it did.” He turned to face his companion, noticing that the sun had began to set from the opening in his tent. “It is getting late isn’t it? Are you going to head to your tent?”

“Ah about that…” The yellow cat looked sheepishly to the side. “It collapsed… could I stay here for the night?”

“Phah! I told you there’s no need to ask, besides you clearly made yourself at home already.” Leshy looked at his companion who was practically snuggled against him at this point.