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Fall was slowly setting in. Not that it wasn't always Haloween but the leaves were starting to change from yellows to oranges and some had even made their way to the ground. It was much like the season from home. Carlos might have missed home just a bit, but he tried to put that away. instead he enjoyed the scents of cinnamon and pumpkin drifting through the air as his nose picked through the scents trying to find other mini like things to sniff out. and possibly hunt.

The minis thought the leaves were a perfect grown for hiding but Carlos knew that it also meant it was a perfect ground for chasing things out of hiding. They flocked to the area where there were a few gourds growing from the ground, clearly someone's garden at some point. Carlos did what any good cat would do, make his skills useful and chase the minis that attempted to nibble the budding crops.

Normally he was lazy but lately he was feeling slightly active. Maybe it was the fall leave that spoke of true Halloween just around the corner. Blue stood out in bright contract to the orange as he made his was to a leave pile near the little garden.

Carlos would have thought he was just being very skillful about his hiding skill indeed if it were not for one small problem. Something stepped on his tail. While Carlos was not in natural from, even bigger his tail did not have the strength to withstand such and action, and today was not one of those time when it randomly turned intangible.

The startled cat let out a loud Yowl, and turned claws unsheathed and digging into the assailant's leg. "My tail! What is a cat without his tail! You killed it! It's broken off now!" a portion of his tail turned rather invisible, and it might have looked rather like his tail was indeed detached, if it weren't for the strip standing out clear in the middle of the nothingness. Still Carlos carried on weeping and licking his "stub" once the foot was removed from his tail.

Carlos found that the clawing effectively did their job. The assailant twas suddenly bowing to him. Carlos blinked, sitting in a cat stance, leaning on his front paws, still slightly ready to pounce as he looked over the bowing boil. Well he certainly knew how to apologize.

Carlos's tail remained puffed but the missing portion returned within short order. He wan't really that hurt, he just didn't like his tail being stepped on or grabbed with good reason. He debated.

"This fribbling I will forgive." he floated to an upright position and turned. Looking over his tail. It looked alright. But he would not get any more hunting in now, the minis were scared away.

"My tail is whole once more with your apology." never mind that it wasn't really broken to begin with. Carlos stared at the undead with bone and flesh showing through where many had skin instead. Carlos was not well acquainted with undead, at least he had not had the chance to speak with them one on one... Did undead eyes count as being seen? Well this one only had one eye.

That wasn't a proper greeting not on at all. But this one was so... odd. How to properly make a riddle for this one?

Carlos was unable to think of one yet. "Skeletons... no you you are not. You are undead but not that dead." Carlos mumbled trying to put words and images together. A proper riddle he must make for this poor soul without one. But he could not.


"Blues and pale with a ghostly air
rot follows and I do declare

Oh that isn't right! No no noooo." Carlos moaned why was this one so haaaard? He flopped forward.

"A riddle you must make. For yourself, for goodness sake." it seems that was Carlos's request.

What's a Riddle? Carlos stared wide eyed at the undead boil. "A riddle is..." how to put this? How could one not know what a riddle is? It was in the blood, in the very veins of a Cheshire cat to riddle. all of fear was a riddle, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

"A riddle is a puzzle of words. This and that, back and forth. The moon is but an orb and the sky is a sheet. A fish wears scales, a chain of armor in the deep. Time runs fast, better catch it but alas, the refrigerator also runs but stands still."

"A zombie!" Carlos mewed in excitement and jumped up headbutting Shayne's leg, circling it while rubbing his face along it.

Wait... are Zombies living things?" he stared up eyes wide in confusion. "Alas what does it mean to be alive anyway." he purred, still very happy that Shayne told such a good riddle.