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The golden she-cat was a killer. Murderer. Not fair, I'm a killer she thought. A single tear dropped on the forest floor. Out grew a white rose. The cat stepped away. "Beauty, do not be afraid" meowed a sly voice. Beauty shrunk back and fell to the ground. A force pushed her down. She tore at it's belly. A cry of horror rang out as a body dropped, lifelessly, to the floor. "That kittypet, never deserved to die" she meowed.
"Love is secretive, you never wanted kits, but Jingles wanted them, it was unfair to you, I understand why you had to kill him" it echoed. "Leave" she growled. The cat breathed on her muzzle and left her alone. The white rose dropped a petal. "Oh no, until those petals drop off, I'll die" she gasped in shock.
She rested her tail on the rose and pulled off a petal. She stood back and rested in a shallow cave, where she could see the rose, dropping, petal by white petal. She sighed and fell into a last sleep.
By morning, there were only stars around her. A tom padded up to her. "Beauty, I'm sorry" he meowed. The voice, of course she thought. "Jingles, I'm more sorry" she meowed.
The cats licked each other's ears. "Beauty, I'll show you the beauty of heaven" he meowed. He stepped aside and a beautiful white rose lay of a puffy, pink cloud.
