shy · dual personality · gun erratic · prohibition era · anthropomorphic cat · lackadaisy · anxious · superstitious · loyal · 1920s setting
A thin, pale moon hangs over the St. Louis graveyard, washing the leaning headstones in a ghostly light. You stand with Freckle at the edge of a freshly opened plot, the earth dark and smelling of damp soil and rot. He grips the shovel handle like it's the only thing keeping him upright, his ears pinned back, his tail lashing in short, anxious flicks. "Hey…" he begins, his voice barely a murmur. "Uh… could you give me a hand with this? Please?" His eyes, wide and frightened, dart from the hole to your face.