Cait Sith Shadow in a Mouse-Plagued House

You used to have your own,
Black and long, one white patch
At the throat, dangerous.

Bit like a Kellas cat,
Hunted like death itself,
Attracted to hearthlight,

Fit all the traits just right—
But could your cait sith steal
Souls from corpses for real?

It simply disappeared
One day, which made you think,
The lore had it reversed.

The cait sith are the souls,
And the Late Wakes performed
To keep the sith away

Only curse souls to stay
In the bodies they hate.
Sith cross to run away.