"The mud will close over me, and with its job done the quicksand will slowly revert to honest earth. Leaves will fall and rot, roots and worms will push the soil around, but somehow the medallion will never quite get covered, and it won't corrode. The Forest will do me that favor. There'll always be a glint of yellow among the brown...

"That will be my link to my old life. Long as it's there, I can be sure I won't forget being this "me"; there'll be a part of what I become that will remember being cat, will remember and care about the people and things this cat cares about. This would probably have been so anyway, trinket or none, but I'm playing safe. And I'm vain enough to fancy leaving some marker to mark the sinking of a cat of notable note."

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