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"In my next life, I'm gonna come back as a cat."
Silence.

"I wonder what it'd be like to be a cat," A small voice echoed into the dark room, only illuminated by a flickering television screen. Pictures faded in and out of view on the screen, a movie being shown. "So would I," replied a louder voice. Both belonged to a mother and a daughter, laying on the bed of the largest bedroom of the two-room basement they lived in. The girl sighed and turned, blinking at the white and gray striped cat that sat in her lap. His pupils were huge, and the color in the irises of his eyes was hardly visible because of it. Suddenly, the cat jumped from the girls lap, and sat on the floor next to her side of the bed. His eyes shone a bright iridescent greenish yellow that scared her deeply. In his eyes, she could see her life flow by and the future be told. She saw pictures, people, places. She saw things a normal fifteen year old should never have to see: suicide, murder, and death abundant. Her body froze, but her gaze remained locked with the cat's. He leapt onto the bed, and bared his sharp, pointy feline teeth. "Archie, no!" She shouted, before he gave a feral roar that made the house shake. One of his paws rose, and carved a long line from just above her eyebrow to her cheek. The girl rose her hand to defend her face, but he swiped along that too, tearing the flesh with a sickening rrriiipppp! and biting her wrist maliciously. She threw him across the room and into the wall, watching him hit it with a terribly loud smack and hearing bones crush. Meanwhile her mother was tending to her slashes. The cat rose, bearing no hurt and glowered at her.
"Now you shall know, Emirielle Marie Bachster. With the power invested in me by the Gods of Mount Olympus, I sentence you to live as a feline until you acquire the instincts of an animal, and find out who you really are." A loud, male voice boomed into her head. "Archaeus?" She said, tears in her eyes.
With a flash of light, where the gray and white striped feline had stood, there was a man of around six foot with brown hair, and a black suit on. "Goodbye, Emie. You've been a splendid pet." The same voice said, now more soft and gentle. With the same flash of light, he vanished, and where the girl had been now sat a feline. A cat of Russian Blue origin. She was slender, sleek, with grey fur and golden eyes that if viewed from a certain angle looked green. Her mother screamed, and picked the cat up, darting up the stairs and throwing her out the door. "Witch!" She said, then ran back into the house, locking every lock on the door.
The girl meowed, trying to find her voice. Mom! Wait! A chilly wind blew through, ruffling the sleek feline's fur slightly as Emirielle kept her eyes locked on the front door of the house. Had her mother seriously called her a witch? Has she seriously just seen the entire thing, and thought that she caused it? Then Emi's mind took a turn. What if she'd not seen what she had? If she'd seen her turn into a cat, and that was it? Her mind raced as she continued to think. Another breeze blew through, along with the honking of a car horn and blinding lights.
Emirielle scampered out of the street and stumbled into bushes as the car passed. Thorns and stray branches in the shrubbery pulled and scraped at her fur and paws as she tumbled through them, and out the side. With a thud, she landed with her paws stretched out, her muzzle buried into the soil that covered the ground of the park across the street from the complex. Sliding her paws back under her torso, Emirielle stood although a bit wobbly. Her gaze panned from the cobblestone in front of her, through the trees and bushes and up to the buildings and hardly visible stars. The tall, black, man-made sky-scrapers scared her greatly; they were colossal to her, even when she was human. Lightning cracked across the sky, and rain began to fall. Oh, cripes, Emi thought, as the rain doused her newly acquired fur.