Post by ginger on Jan 18, 2020 17:59:24 GMT
Once upon a time, there was a young tomcat named Pine. He belonged to a two leg, and was very happy with his life, but that did not stop him from going on the occasional stroll in the forest. He had learned from his youth how to hunt prey, both in the woods and his two leg's garden. And as long as he kept pests away from their garden, and did not leave too many offerings inside, his two legs were content to allow Pine to hunt as he wished.
One day, while he was walking in the forest, he caught the scent of a she-cat. An expert tracker, he was able to follow the scent all the way back to a towering tree. Within the low-hanging limbs, there sat a gorgeous she-cat. Although all of the other woodland creatures scurried away when they caught sight of Pine, she stayed, looking back curiously.
"What brings you here?" she asked him. Her mew sounded like a summer breeze, lightly rustling the trees.
Pine explained that he was simply a traveller, who had never expected to happen upon a beauty such as herself. He asked her many questions, such as where she had come from, or what she was doing out here all alone. All she could tell him was that her name was Willow, and that she had been in this place for as long as the trees. Of course, Pine could not understand what she meant. Surely she had to have come from somewhere.
"Why don't you come back with me?" He offered, trying to coax her from her tree. "My two legs would love to see a beautiful thing like you."
But she only gazed back at him refusing. "I can never leave. This place is my home."
Pine was unsatisfied, but he submitted, swearing that he would return soon. In the meantime, he was racking his brain for some way to convince the mysterious queen to come to his side. There had to be a way to change her mind, and make her leave that old tree.
For many moons, the tomcat visited his strange lover, and begged her to come down from the tree. It seemed that every time he saw her, he would become more and more enraptured by the sight of his fire-pelted love, and her emerald green eyes. Everything, from the sound of her mew to the shine in her gaze spoke of a timeless beauty, and something from another land. He promised her a life of warmth and luxury, and he brought her gifts of beautiful stones and flowers. The base of her willow became decorated with a myriad of his offerings. But although she appreciated hs gifts, she still refused to go with him.
More moons passed, and Pine became all the more frustrated with Willow. Why couldn't she see that he wanted to help her? He wanted to get her out of the place she had been tied to for all of her life. He wanted to take her for his own, and have her be the mother of his future kits. In his mind, he had a perfect life waiting just beyond her willow tree, but she could not see that. She only saw him as an invader. But he knew something that she did not. He knew that her precious tree, and all the forest surrounding it would soon be no more, as the humans planned to clear it out to make more room for building their own dens. And so, he waited, knowing that as soon as her tree was fallen, she would have no choice but to come to his side.
The day after the twolegs had done their unknowingly trecherous deed, Pine went out for one last try to bring his lady love home. He found her where one would expect, at the ruins of her ancient home. When she saw him approaching, the she-cat could not help but weep. She could tell that he knew this was going to happen, and yet, had not even tried to warn her, or do anything about it. Even if he had the power to change what his twolegs would do, he would not have. Doing so would have meant risking his final chance to steal the green eyed she-cat that he had become so enraptured with.
“Your home is gone,” he told her, unable to hide a bit of pride. “You belong with me.”
Altough she did not wish it, the she-cat began to follow him out of the forest. All the while, she was still repeating what she had told him all the other imes he had asked her to leave; she was tied to the trees, she belonged to the forest, she could never leave. But as before, he did not listen to her warnings. Perhaps he did not understand. Or perhaps he just did not care. But the moment that she stepped paw outside of the boundaries of her forest home, he discovered just what she meant when she said that she could never leave. She collapsed onto the wet soil, tired despite the fact that she had not ventured far from the very place she had spent her entire existence. Before his eyes, Willow faded into the grasses, like fine morning mist. In her place, there was a white flower which bloomed with an ethereal glow.
One day, while he was walking in the forest, he caught the scent of a she-cat. An expert tracker, he was able to follow the scent all the way back to a towering tree. Within the low-hanging limbs, there sat a gorgeous she-cat. Although all of the other woodland creatures scurried away when they caught sight of Pine, she stayed, looking back curiously.
"What brings you here?" she asked him. Her mew sounded like a summer breeze, lightly rustling the trees.
Pine explained that he was simply a traveller, who had never expected to happen upon a beauty such as herself. He asked her many questions, such as where she had come from, or what she was doing out here all alone. All she could tell him was that her name was Willow, and that she had been in this place for as long as the trees. Of course, Pine could not understand what she meant. Surely she had to have come from somewhere.
"Why don't you come back with me?" He offered, trying to coax her from her tree. "My two legs would love to see a beautiful thing like you."
But she only gazed back at him refusing. "I can never leave. This place is my home."
Pine was unsatisfied, but he submitted, swearing that he would return soon. In the meantime, he was racking his brain for some way to convince the mysterious queen to come to his side. There had to be a way to change her mind, and make her leave that old tree.
For many moons, the tomcat visited his strange lover, and begged her to come down from the tree. It seemed that every time he saw her, he would become more and more enraptured by the sight of his fire-pelted love, and her emerald green eyes. Everything, from the sound of her mew to the shine in her gaze spoke of a timeless beauty, and something from another land. He promised her a life of warmth and luxury, and he brought her gifts of beautiful stones and flowers. The base of her willow became decorated with a myriad of his offerings. But although she appreciated hs gifts, she still refused to go with him.
More moons passed, and Pine became all the more frustrated with Willow. Why couldn't she see that he wanted to help her? He wanted to get her out of the place she had been tied to for all of her life. He wanted to take her for his own, and have her be the mother of his future kits. In his mind, he had a perfect life waiting just beyond her willow tree, but she could not see that. She only saw him as an invader. But he knew something that she did not. He knew that her precious tree, and all the forest surrounding it would soon be no more, as the humans planned to clear it out to make more room for building their own dens. And so, he waited, knowing that as soon as her tree was fallen, she would have no choice but to come to his side.
The day after the twolegs had done their unknowingly trecherous deed, Pine went out for one last try to bring his lady love home. He found her where one would expect, at the ruins of her ancient home. When she saw him approaching, the she-cat could not help but weep. She could tell that he knew this was going to happen, and yet, had not even tried to warn her, or do anything about it. Even if he had the power to change what his twolegs would do, he would not have. Doing so would have meant risking his final chance to steal the green eyed she-cat that he had become so enraptured with.
“Your home is gone,” he told her, unable to hide a bit of pride. “You belong with me.”
Altough she did not wish it, the she-cat began to follow him out of the forest. All the while, she was still repeating what she had told him all the other imes he had asked her to leave; she was tied to the trees, she belonged to the forest, she could never leave. But as before, he did not listen to her warnings. Perhaps he did not understand. Or perhaps he just did not care. But the moment that she stepped paw outside of the boundaries of her forest home, he discovered just what she meant when she said that she could never leave. She collapsed onto the wet soil, tired despite the fact that she had not ventured far from the very place she had spent her entire existence. Before his eyes, Willow faded into the grasses, like fine morning mist. In her place, there was a white flower which bloomed with an ethereal glow.
He could never take something from the forest that was never his.
