C.A.T.

And with a splatter of gore and the snaps of breaking bones, I find myself sitting under a tree.

I take in the various scents, the humming of insects and songs of birds, the chatter of happy conversations.

The shade of the old oak shades me from the blistering sun, with the heat of the summer still struggling to strangle the life from me. On a side note, suffocation is definitely the worst way to go. Being burned alive is better than that shit.

My blue eyes watch the ponies pass by, my presence yet to be detected.

How long has it been? A year? A century? A couple hours?

An unfortunate side effect of reincarnation is you don't know how long it's been since you died last. I've reincarnated to find all those I knew to be long dead, and myself a continent away, yet I've also reincarnated not one minute after an untimely death, standing where my corpse should be.

Most cats have to relive those horrid early years of helplessness.

Not I. Eternally a grown cat, I've faced discrimination from ponies and other cats alike.

Eh. Such is Death.

Well, let's find out when, and where, I am, shall we?