"You guys go… I won't go..." Lily said to the mischief of mice before her. 0

Lily's ears were drooping as she stood on her own grave.0

Without Lily, the mischief of mice wouldn't go anywhere. They huddled together, quietly staring at their king.0

Every strand of Lily's fur glistened beneath the sunlight. The tips of her white fur were once again being eroded by a golden hue. It was probably only a matter of time before she became a golden mouse once again.0

A new mound of earth the size of a fist was next to Lily's grave, and there was a crooked blade of grass sticking out of it.0

It was Pope Lylejay's grave, and Lily had built it personally. 0

The grave was tiny, and it looked like she had just piled a bunch of mud for fun.0

Lily herself had no...0