#owl!!

Okay so a lot of what is true about Protagonist you know already: he's a gentle guy in a tough spot, and of course feels anger and guilt and love and shame in droves.

He was alone a lot as a kitten. He was polite and friendly, but he never really clicked with any cat his age, and barely any not his age either (he has a close bond with his role model, the leader of his colony/clan, but she's not around a lot).

So he was just.... Gently, softly, quietly: alone. And equally as silently forlorn about it.

That is, until he met his Friend.

Friend, as you know, is a ghost; she isn't alive any longer, and she met our Protagonist in his dreams, right when he needed a friend most.

She was... Enchanting. Confusing. Upsetting, but uplifting, and most of all she trusted him and confided in him.

No one had ever done that before.

She told him stories of her tragic and violent life, cut too short. She told him about her listlessness, and rage, in death, and her yearning to rectify the injustices of it. She told him about the order of ghosts, the rulers of the stars, the ones who live a freer afterlife than hers, though they were the ones who did this to her.

She told him about his forest. She told him about her favorite flower. She told him about how much she appreciates his visits, in sleep.

Protagonist worries for her. Even after he comes of age, and gains new responsibilities and freedoms, he worries for her. He resents her, a little, but only because her flaws– her anger, her listlessness– strike too close to his own. He loves her, a lot, because she was and is his first friend.

But then? He starts getting new friends.

Slowly, of course. But friendly banter at chance encounters grows to seeking each other out grows to learning about a thrilling life and sharing his own and learning his passion for storytelling, and suddenly, he has a boyfriend. Gentle encouragement to a soul as lost and young as he had been becomes a more involved teaching about life skills becomes a cat he is proud to have helped raise. And then two becomes three, and four, and his friends have friends, and his role model is there more often, and, hey; is this what being in a community is like?

Is this what it's like to no longer be alone?

His Friend grows jealous.

Well, not jealous; she's happy for him, she is. But they used to be alone, together; they used to share everything. It's not fair, it's not fair: this soul is so much like her, so why couldn't she have that too?

A revelation, (or a conviction in any case): it's their fault.

Midnight conversations turn into ghostly guerrilla attacks, since the living can cause ghosts to bleed. She tells him where her targets are, and ever-worried, he helps. He loses sight of what it is that they're fighting. She loses sight of anything but the end goal.

A prophecy forms: something about it being fated that order shall triumph against the uncommitted, or something of that nature. His young friend is selected by the rulers of the stars to be this catalyst: his young friend becomes the Prophecy Cat.

Lauded for their selection, as trapped as he was but smarter than he ever had been.

It comes to a head when he finds that the afterlife isn't as split as it has been made out to be. He confronts Friend, urges them to reflect on their rage. He doesn't want to fight anymore, not her, or them, or anyone. He just... Wants to be them. Friends.

The anger is too concentrated and sharp though. She presses him into a corner, begs him to consider life from her eyes.

He yields.

Then, suddenly, they wake up at the same time, with the same eyes– split halfway.

The followers of the Prophecy chase him out; his boyfriend worries, his sibling does the same.

So where is he?

And more importantly,

Can he convince his friend to let go and let herself be happy, or will their new unity end up destroying each other?

THAT'S ALL I HAVE PLANNED FOR NOW!! YAYS!!! I like toying with colours for this and putting design relations where I'm trained not to think that way, e.g., Protag has red eyes naturally and sharp shapes, and Friend has gold eyes and round shapes, and their roles in the story present that dichotomy. IT'S FUN!!! HEHEHEHE. A possession story about self-love and growing up 🎉