The Lore of Witch Rita of the Grotto

She blinked, not remembering much, only to be awakened by the firm bristle and unfamiliar feeling that graced her finger. This was nothing short of uncomfortable, but offset by her lack of vision. She struggled to open her eyes, yet - there it was, an orange tabby of unknown origin, gently licking her hand. Her eyesight was wavering, lost, although she she blinked one last time to make a direct connection within the slit of his sharp green eyes - then his eyes flashed green, and with that green came sparks erupting from her hand. She felt a deep burning sensation, yet it was the first time she felt truly alive. Her eyesight was no longer gone, it was considerably enhanced.

A simple spark, her past gone, and only this magical feline to guide her. No longer lost, nor confused - no longer cold as the fire burned deep within her, she stood up, embracing the flame within her and set forward, lighting her path with an orb of green flame. She thought to herself abruptly.

"There truly is no such thing as an ordinary cat."

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