I feel glorious, glorious, Got a chance to start again. I was born for this, born for this!
//Argente (the original Windsor) started out as a female, so the new kid will start out as a female too.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me, I don't want to die! He tried to struggle but it was no use. Will anyone miss me? Did I even amount to anything? I should have done more in my life. I didn't do anything important, I'll be forgotten within the next day...
He found himself in a land of darkness, with twisted trees and a moon covered in clouds. I'm dead... And I'm in the Dark Forest. Another cat materialized in front of him. "Don't screw up this time." They growled. Windsor was about to ask what they meant, but he was sent down a whirling tunnel of light before he could blink.
Windsor opened their eyes. All their memories had been erased. I'm a girl. Once again, they would start out in the body of a little girl. Where am I? It was dark. She couldn't breathe. She clawed her way out of the plastic bag, tumbling into the street. She pressed close to the ground as a large vehicle passed by, a deafening sound flooding into her ears. I'm all alone... I have to find somebody! I can't be scared. I have to stay strong. Hands reached down, attempting to pick up the kitten like a pair of talons. She turned around, hissing and spitting at her attacker. Windsor started running down the street, as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. A large dog snapped at her, and she momentarily felt its hot breath on her fur before it was pulled away. Shoes came crashing down seemingly out of nowhere, narrowly missing the tiny kitten. She weaved through the sea of legs on the busy street, squealing in pain as one of them caught her tail. The path was clear now, so she bolted. I made it out! A truck came speeding toward her, and she pressed close the ground once again, between the deadly tires. More vehicles came, not noticing the kitten as her dilute tortie pelt blended in with the road. One by one, they roared past her, never once running her over. The last car came to a stop and she took her chance, running to the sidewalk. Now what... Do I keep running? Is this what my whole life will be, running from danger? There wouldn't really be a point if that was it.
I can smell other cats here... She had been running, walking for what felt like forever. This place, this house of crimson, it felt like home, even though she had never been here. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Windsor called out.