Khalessi reincarnated into the Baskets Fruit world. She was given the incarnation of the orange cat this time. The body of hers is unknown and like a missing story that has never be seen.
She just knows she will be locked up away for good. She wonders how she could avoid being locked up.
(Maybe I could just try acting like him and seeing if that works)
She doubts it was possible to get away too far from the God. She knows how much God can be either abusive or kind considering they have the absolute power of everything.
Well at least her legs work this time as a high school teenage boy with a handsome face and orange hair. She knows how this story goes so she goes and see if she can find Tohru.
It was a lot harder to get up the wall but if I recall, it was around here. Perhaps she wouldn't have to fight the rat when reincarnating as him this around.
She could recreate the story of being the mysterious boy in the beginning.
She could follow the same exact steps as Snow Rat did. Though she questioned if that was even a good idea when it meant that the gray rat was not loved at all and the rat was the one who reminded her of herself the most.
She thought that perhaps this time she could make Orange and Rat become friends instead of enemies. She could do just that. She would just need to live the life that the Orange Cat did.
She would simply follow the same exact steps that the original did. Expect this time, she was a lot more polite, friendly, and kind compared to the original.
She tried to get the boar curse user to not take off her braclet. The boar ended up succeeding regardless and when she turned into the cat's true form.
She wondered to herself to make it fun to be a kid again and thought she should just scare the kid verison of the boar. Perhaps she could change the story slightly to avoid suspicions that she's a reincarnator.
She followed the script as best she could expect she was kind of nicer to certan characters she liked and whatnot. She wanted the rat and the cat to be friends. She ended up whispering to the cat that they should just pretend to fight to put up an act.
Every act was a move and a script to ensure the story was slightly changing but not too much. She defended the dog from the rice ball whenever possible. She ensured herself that going to the banqueet was not needed at all because she needed to stay by the rice ball's side.