Username: Tilluels-Paradise
Cat Name: Koios
Gender: Trans Male
Rank: Advisor / Titan
Clan: IliosClan ⛯Age: 4 years old
Kitty trying out for: #447Prompt: The constellations move each night. That is a universal truth that all cats know. If the constellations did not revolve around some invisible point in space who knows what would happen? Nothing good that is sure. So the constellations must spin every night without fail. But what happens when they must be spun manually? What happens when something, someone, must be the one to move these stars every night? Does the rule change if it begs and pleads for just a single day? Koios would be able to tell you, because he was the one whose voice was strained and cracking as he sobbed for just a moment to stop. But the constellations must spin. He knew it was his punishment just as all his brothers were punished as well. He hated the punishment he was given, but he would never regret what he did. He and his brothers all had rebelled from their father’s rule, his tyranny. He could never regret hurting the monster that had hurt those he and his brothers held dear. The only guilt he had was not being able to apologize to his love, though he’s sure she knows of his sorrow. His Phoebe was always so in tune with the stars and their whispers, she was always able to understand what each twinkle and shift would tell her. He could at least appreciate being able to keep letting the stars talk to her when he could not. When he had left that night, when he and his brother’s were captured the next morning drug down to the depths of tartarus his Phoebe had been with kit, their little star was going to be born any moment then. He wondered where life had taken them each night now. It was so, so long ago now. Whether it be a few years, decades, millennia, he didn’t know. He had lost track after the fourth year. He longed to break from his chains and return to them. But he could not. He knew the sentence for a creature like him that had committed such a grave offence. He would turn the stars until his body could not turn them anymore. And he knew and despaired just how long that would be. He was no mortal, he didn’t even know if he could grow old. He very well may only be free when there are no more stars to turn. His Phoebe would be gone by then, she may be gone now. And he just couldn’t handle that. He didn’t know how he would keep moving if she was not there at the end. And she won’t be. When he is free from his pillar of chains, he will be greeted by no one. Maybe if he hadn’t left, if they hadn’t gotten caught, maybe just maybe, he could be wrapped in her paws again, maybe he could see her all-knowing eyes, maybe he could hold and love their kit in a way he can’t now. Maybe in another life. Maybe in another universe. Maybe in some other existence, he could keep her. And that’s all he can plead for now.
Somewhere, sometime, someplace, a plea is answered and a young cat is born not to a tyrant, a young cat is not taken in chains, a young cat never has to beg to return to his love. In another life, in another universe, in another existence, two cats named Koios and Phoebe care for each other like lovers reunited even though they’d never been apart. His prayers are answered, in another life. (595 words)