CheetahMature

The very first time She could remember being a carnivorous animal, the memories shook her- in so much as she could be 'shaken'.

It seemed such a blunt existence, more so than others. Of course, she had been made familiar with pain and consumption, with the disturbing irony of taking life to sustain it. Her times spent as several leafy plants were riddled with injury from 'Snails', prompting her to become one. And she was also acquainted with death, the ultimate life experience. She had been killed a variety of times prior. Her first life as a clump of grass had been tragically cut short by the mouth of a bovid.  But being a carnivore had been her first brush with real brutality.

When She inhabited a Body, it inhabited her. That is to say, she had little to no memory of her other 'selves', nor her Purest State. A Pure State could not tell a Body what it needed (when present, a Mind sometimes could)- but the Body knew. So when she left a life behind, she could recall it in its fullness and revel in the delicate chains which had held it aloft.

By the time she became Cheetah, she understood the force of necessity in carnage and recognised the Beauty in the beast. 

This animal's life was one of companionship and solitude in turns. She was born with one brother. They fed from their mother. When Pure, this simple mammalian memory always pleased her. It seemed such a connective action, mimicking greater relationships within the universe and, indeed, in all the State of Being. In her turn, she too gave birth and fed her young with her body, then with her skill, then with her teachings. 

She achieved a long life for such a creature and a gentle death. It had been a life of freedom and of self-reliance. Pure again, She cherished the times she had run so fast and felt earth beneath her, air around her, fire above her, and water within.