Kitten and the Mockingbird
It takes place in an enchanted forest where its people are animals. Animals of all species… dogs, cats, birds, bears, hamsters, you name it. They all live together in this forest in some degree of harmony. They tolerate each species’ existence and teach themselves to get along with each other. This diplomacy is successful for the most part, but as expected, has it’s common failings… some are large and problematic… while others are just accepted… some people just don’t get along… and as far as the public is concerned… that is their loss.
Most parents bring up their children with the firm lesson that just because someone is not the same species as you, you should not stop yourself from being friends with them. And this policy is followed well. In fact, the main character of this story, a little kitten, has a very diversified group of close friends.
Her best friend is a puppy, a gentle and easygoing Scottish terrier. The two love each other to death and have played all the games known to their feline and canine minds. Her brother is a grizzly bear cub, ferocious in his words, but gentle in all other manners. She loves to jump on his back and ride around for hours talking about the most whimsical things. She is also close friends with a raven, a mockingbird, a raccoon, an eagle, and a leopard. She loved a golden retriever puppy for a very long time, and her favourite teachers tended to be dogs. She rarely met other cats, her father and grandmother being the only other ones she actually knew. And this being the case, she welcomed friends of all other species with open arms.
As life was, she stayed closest to the terrier, the grizzly, and the raven. And she had a love affair with the puppy. This was unrare and widely unnoticed.
One problem with this forest, however, is that while friendship with all other species is encouraged far and wide, love affairs are not to be so diversified. See, in this society love is a permanent thing, it must last, therefore all hints from the very beginning should point towards a good outcome. Some specie mixes are just accepted as not leading to good outcomes, while others just are. For example, a cat and a dog are a common mix as they have much in common and are on level plain considering the food chain. Also bears and cats, leopards and dogs. As for a particular relationship that simply did not make sense was one between a cat and a bird. It isn’t that one species had a problem with the other, or that people wish to discriminate against this particular relationship. It was just unnatural, just as making toast in the microwave is unnatural, or watching TV standing on your head. This information was not consciously considered either, it was simply just so. Our little kitten was friends with many birds of many different species, and she loved them all very much as her close friends. The though of falling in love with one of them, however, simply never occurred to her.
There is something very particular about our cat character: her fur changes color. This does not happen at her will, and sometimes it happens unexplained, but most of the time the change is provoked by her mood. At most times, her fur is a pure white, all white except her pink nose and tongue and her black eyes. At other times, her fur is orange, a flaming color, demonstrating intelligence, life and spirit in every manner. And sometimes, her fur is pure black, where everything about her is black except her pink tongue. The two rarest colors she shows are yellow and gray, both representatives of very negative moods.
Her white mood was the most popular with the other inhabitants of the forest. This is when she is awake and open to learning and living. This is when she is simple and loving. And while she knew that others mostly enjoyed this color, after long bits of flaunting her white fur, there usually followed periods where her fur seemed to take no hue but black. These are the periods where her mind is at utmost creativity and magic seems to flow from her mind. At least magic is what it seemed to be to her. Most of the animals in the forest did not believe in magic, and simply found this mood odd, they even went as far as to avoid her when her fur turned black.
One animal that particularly hated it when her fur was black was her golden retriever puppy lover. His fur was always the color of the sun, and he did not believe in dawdling on the idea of magic when facts were already discovered. And he was particularly annoyed when her fur turned black because he believed that she controlled the changings of her furs. He believed that if she tried, she could keep her white fur about her at all times.
Maybe she believed a little this idea that she could control this change, but did not dwell, as black was her favourite mood. She loved the magic that she felt, she loved the extra beauty that everything seemed to take on, and she loved the escape that she found in this mood. As if all the negatives of reality did not have to apply to her. But she loved the pup and all the inhabitants of the forest so she kept the black mood mostly to herself.
…Or so she tried. But this mood was so wonderful to her that she encouraged herself, played with it, and tried to get as much out of it as she could. Sometimes, she got so excited about the things that she discovered that she felt that she must share them with someone.
The first person that she went to was always her golden retriever lover. And he hated it. She always regretted bringing this mood to him, and hoping that he might at least understand a little. So she drew back and they both grew annoyed with it.
But this creativity kept coming to her, and she had to find an escape for it. The terrier encouraged it with all her heart, but understood it so little. Our little kitty never actually felt that she could share it with the terrier. As for the raven, well the raven always had black feathers, but her magic was much stronger than out little kitty’s and very different. Kitten left this mood open for the raven to see, but never really expected the raven to be impressed by it. As for the grizzly, well he was just like the golden retriever, the only difference being that he wanted to go and discover more facts instead of settling for the ones already discovered. He simply ignored the black fur and convinced himself that the kitten was always the same color.
Time passed and Kitten’s black moods visited more and more often. Then came the day when the mockingbird reached the same educational level as Kitten. Being a cat with a very feline mind, Kitten seldom learned the same things as her friends and much less from the same teachers. So, one morning just as she was settling with the fact that once again she would not be learning with any of her friends, Mockingbird walked into the clearing and joined her group. Finally seeing someone she knew enter the clearing made her heart start beating excitedly. And she called the mockingbird over to sit next to her.
Every day, in that clearing, no matter what lesson the teacher had for them, she and the mockingbird spoke of many things. And one day, on one of her black fur days, the topic of magic came about. They shared it, and wove it without truly naming it what it was. Finally, Kitten had found a person with which she could share her dark side. And they shared it, every single day. Kitten and Mockingbird had become very close friends now, seeing as they had this object to share. They almost became like brother and sister. Kitten felt relieved that finally someone could understand her mood.
But instead of helping her reduce the amount of time during which her fur was black, this sharing encouraged her black fur and seemed to recall it more often. Golden Pup was appalled by this development and begged Kitten to try to keep her white fur about her. And for a little while she did, but always did it come back, encouraged by the mockingbird’s call.
And slowly, ever slowly, she and the pup came apart. She decided that she needed him to accept that dark part of her and he decided that he was fed up with that part of her. They longer loved each other, and finally they broke apart.
This change did quite a bit of damage to Kitten’s spirit and suddenly her fur never turned orange. But there were many other things happening everywhere else in the forest that she never took notice. Also, this change seemed to push forward her black fur. Everything around her seemed to be dark, rich, and meaningful. She fell in love with shadow then, and in love with the night. In the darkness, she felt most comfortable. She herself was the shadow of night, broken only by the moon.
After a while, she was happy again, surrounded by friends, family and their stories. Kitten and Mockingbird shared their magic still. And Kitten was alive and happy all through the fall, all through the winter, all through the spring, and suddenly summer was upon her.
Kitten’s circle of friends was changing. Suddenly, she was staying closest to Terrier, Grizzly, Mockingbird, and a new friend: a little rabbit. These five spent many days under the sun and under the moon. They laughed and played and learned new things. They reminisced, but lived for the day. Everything was back to normal.
Then a cloud passed over their forest; a dark and ominous cloud, threatening to dampen the fiery spirit of the forest. Mockingbird had been in love with a bear cub for more than a year now. They had been so happy together, and everyone had believed they would be together forever. Everyone had loved their love and encouraged it to the end of time. So when the news spread through the forest that their love had ended, all the animals in the forest were shocked. Mockingbird was shocked most of all. He carved the tale of his grief on a tree that all the animals pass. He wrote of the event as it was and how it saddened him.
The next day, Raven came by this tree and read the words upon it. She was shocked by what she read, and reprimanded Mockingbird for it. Meanwhile, the rest of the animals had read the words on the tree and heard of the raven’s answer. Two animals in particular were appalled by the raven’s answer. It was Mockingbird’s day to be sad, and Raven’s attack was simply cruel… And these two animals, Kitten and Grizzly told the raven their belief.
Feeling betrayed by her old friends Kitten and Grizzly, Raven got very angry. But she did not just get angry with only the two; she got angry at Terrier and Mockingbird, too. Mockingbird rightly chose not to listen to the raven’s lament and fared well. Grizzly got angry in return and followed through with his idea that Raven was at fault. Terrier did not want Raven to be angry with her and asked for forgiveness. Kitten did not understand and chose to challenge the raven.
The two met just outside the tree Mockingbird had written his lament upon. The two wrestled for days, and neither came to a victory. After a week, Kitten stopped fighting back, emotionally eroded and at a loss. It had been a stalemate and Kitten refused to fight any longer, and Raven refused to back down.
Kitten’s fur was now an unhealthy grayish-blue. Her closest friend, terrier, had gone hunting farther away in the forest and would not be back for many more days. Kitten was lost and confused. So now both Mockingbird and Kitten were sad. Mockingbird because he had lost his lover and Kitten because she had lost her friend.
So, together they sat in the darkness, on one of the branches in Mockingbird’s tree. They talked about their sadness, and using their much-explored magic, banished each other’s grief. They just wanted to be happy again so that they could weave more spells. And as they worked together, slowly Kitten’s fur was lightening, heading back to white. And slowly Mockingbird’s world was regaining color. He called his former love the sun; he felt that there was no more sun in his life. And as time passed, Kitten understood that Mockingbird was the moon, the sun’s equal and the beacon that broke the pure dark shadow of her nights. And with this realization, her fur took on a brilliant white shade, “Who knew the moon could have a shadow?” she thought breathlessly, and this had many meanings.
She was falling in love with Mockingbird, she realized. But this wasn’t possible, he was a bird, and she was a cat. This couldn’t happen… How had this happened? So she carried this thought with her, but said nothing of it. Not to Mockingbird, not to Terrier, and not to Grizzly.
So in the sunlight, Mockingbird, Grizzly, Rabbit, and Kitten played and laughed together. And in the night, Mockingbird and Kitten sat in the darkness and told each other tales.
Then, one night, in the silent moonlight, Mockingbird and Kitten had no more to say to each other. They sat, wordless. And one thought kept coming back to Kitten, “The moon has a shadow…” And under that moonlight, a mockingbird and a kitten kissed for the first time.
They told no one of the event of that night, they only felt it’s magic. That night, they finally named the magic that they shared and felt it more strongly now than ever. That night, neither Kitten nor Mockingbird slept. But Kitten heard his song from her bed:
“All the world shook and trembled,
and emotions such distilled were shot to the sky again,
into elevation we fell,
and the trembling seemed to remain.”
This song made Kitten shake all over and cry a little. She felt danger in this, but she also felt something more powerful. She was so unsure, so lost, and so afraid that she clung to silence for a while. And Mockingbird kept singing from his tree:
“I'm falling, falling, falling,
across the grass, a summers night of heat.
I'm falling, falling, falling,
into days of laughter,
and seconds of joy,
falling and yet held back, a moment that shall never last,
and falling into you.”
Then Terrier returned to the forest, and everything seemed better. Kitten was not so worried about Raven’s anger, and suddenly she could laugh broadly at all the new tales Terrier brought with her. But despite her returned joy, Kitten did not tell Terrier that she had kissed Mockingbird. That night, the five of them played together again, and were so happy. But amidst the newfound joy, Mockingbird and Kitten found their way to the darkness again and again were at a loss for words. Kitten had fled to the darkness and sought its comfort; Mockingbird had followed, wondering why Kitten had so fled. They kissed again. And for a moment, Kitten’s fur took on its black hue again and all she could say was:
In the silence,
No words seem powerful enough,
To describe the beauty...
of a dying sunset,
of a single star,
of grass,
of warm water,
and of a gentle breeze.
Shivering, Shaking:
Power unbeholden.
Kitten’s fur turned white once again the next day and everything in the forest was normal and happy except for Mockingbird and Kitten’s little secret. One fine sunny day, Grizzly and Kitten went for a walk deep into the forest. They went to see one of the first trees that had grown here in this forest and that had given birth to most of the trees that were in the forest then. As they walked, they were surrounded by people, all of them talking and enraptured in the sights around them. And hidden behind the conversational buzz, Grizzly and Kitten started talking in their secret language, a language that only they knew. And that day, under the beating sun, in the blistering heat, next to the oldest tree in the forest, Kitten told Grizzly her secret.
And the next morning, back in their forest, Kitten, Mockingbird and Grizzly told Terrier the secret. And a few days later, Raccoon was told about it. Kitten soon came to realize that all these people were at peace with the idea that she and Mockingbird could love each other. The only person left not at peace with the idea was herself. She was still frightened, she did not trust herself, and still somehow believed that it was impossible. She did not feel safe with the idea. Safe… she needed to feel safe.
One day after all these animals were told, Kitten once again found herself in the darkness with Mockingbird. And once again they were enveloped in silence. As they kissed this time, they fell from a branch, and she landed softly on the ground below. Mockingbird had guided her fall flawlessly with his wings. He had saved her and protected her. She was overwhelmed with an emotion so unfamiliar to her right then, and also, her fur had turned a flaming orange… Something it hadn’t done in years now… Absolutely terrified, she ran away from Mockingbird and hid. She paced and thought and paced and thought… but came to no conclusion but that her emotions terrified her.
Finally, Mockingbird came and perched just outside her home and sang to her:
“Kitten, I’ll protect you.”
Suddenly everything made sense to Kitten. Nothing mattered but the magic that Mockingbird and Kitten shared. Nothing mattered but their love. She came out of her hiding place and embraced Mockingbird’s love forever and they lived happily ever after.
Most parents bring up their children with the firm lesson that just because someone is not the same species as you, you should not stop yourself from being friends with them. And this policy is followed well. In fact, the main character of this story, a little kitten, has a very diversified group of close friends.
Her best friend is a puppy, a gentle and easygoing Scottish terrier. The two love each other to death and have played all the games known to their feline and canine minds. Her brother is a grizzly bear cub, ferocious in his words, but gentle in all other manners. She loves to jump on his back and ride around for hours talking about the most whimsical things. She is also close friends with a raven, a mockingbird, a raccoon, an eagle, and a leopard. She loved a golden retriever puppy for a very long time, and her favourite teachers tended to be dogs. She rarely met other cats, her father and grandmother being the only other ones she actually knew. And this being the case, she welcomed friends of all other species with open arms.
As life was, she stayed closest to the terrier, the grizzly, and the raven. And she had a love affair with the puppy. This was unrare and widely unnoticed.
One problem with this forest, however, is that while friendship with all other species is encouraged far and wide, love affairs are not to be so diversified. See, in this society love is a permanent thing, it must last, therefore all hints from the very beginning should point towards a good outcome. Some specie mixes are just accepted as not leading to good outcomes, while others just are. For example, a cat and a dog are a common mix as they have much in common and are on level plain considering the food chain. Also bears and cats, leopards and dogs. As for a particular relationship that simply did not make sense was one between a cat and a bird. It isn’t that one species had a problem with the other, or that people wish to discriminate against this particular relationship. It was just unnatural, just as making toast in the microwave is unnatural, or watching TV standing on your head. This information was not consciously considered either, it was simply just so. Our little kitten was friends with many birds of many different species, and she loved them all very much as her close friends. The though of falling in love with one of them, however, simply never occurred to her.
There is something very particular about our cat character: her fur changes color. This does not happen at her will, and sometimes it happens unexplained, but most of the time the change is provoked by her mood. At most times, her fur is a pure white, all white except her pink nose and tongue and her black eyes. At other times, her fur is orange, a flaming color, demonstrating intelligence, life and spirit in every manner. And sometimes, her fur is pure black, where everything about her is black except her pink tongue. The two rarest colors she shows are yellow and gray, both representatives of very negative moods.
Her white mood was the most popular with the other inhabitants of the forest. This is when she is awake and open to learning and living. This is when she is simple and loving. And while she knew that others mostly enjoyed this color, after long bits of flaunting her white fur, there usually followed periods where her fur seemed to take no hue but black. These are the periods where her mind is at utmost creativity and magic seems to flow from her mind. At least magic is what it seemed to be to her. Most of the animals in the forest did not believe in magic, and simply found this mood odd, they even went as far as to avoid her when her fur turned black.
One animal that particularly hated it when her fur was black was her golden retriever puppy lover. His fur was always the color of the sun, and he did not believe in dawdling on the idea of magic when facts were already discovered. And he was particularly annoyed when her fur turned black because he believed that she controlled the changings of her furs. He believed that if she tried, she could keep her white fur about her at all times.
Maybe she believed a little this idea that she could control this change, but did not dwell, as black was her favourite mood. She loved the magic that she felt, she loved the extra beauty that everything seemed to take on, and she loved the escape that she found in this mood. As if all the negatives of reality did not have to apply to her. But she loved the pup and all the inhabitants of the forest so she kept the black mood mostly to herself.
…Or so she tried. But this mood was so wonderful to her that she encouraged herself, played with it, and tried to get as much out of it as she could. Sometimes, she got so excited about the things that she discovered that she felt that she must share them with someone.
The first person that she went to was always her golden retriever lover. And he hated it. She always regretted bringing this mood to him, and hoping that he might at least understand a little. So she drew back and they both grew annoyed with it.
But this creativity kept coming to her, and she had to find an escape for it. The terrier encouraged it with all her heart, but understood it so little. Our little kitty never actually felt that she could share it with the terrier. As for the raven, well the raven always had black feathers, but her magic was much stronger than out little kitty’s and very different. Kitten left this mood open for the raven to see, but never really expected the raven to be impressed by it. As for the grizzly, well he was just like the golden retriever, the only difference being that he wanted to go and discover more facts instead of settling for the ones already discovered. He simply ignored the black fur and convinced himself that the kitten was always the same color.
Time passed and Kitten’s black moods visited more and more often. Then came the day when the mockingbird reached the same educational level as Kitten. Being a cat with a very feline mind, Kitten seldom learned the same things as her friends and much less from the same teachers. So, one morning just as she was settling with the fact that once again she would not be learning with any of her friends, Mockingbird walked into the clearing and joined her group. Finally seeing someone she knew enter the clearing made her heart start beating excitedly. And she called the mockingbird over to sit next to her.
Every day, in that clearing, no matter what lesson the teacher had for them, she and the mockingbird spoke of many things. And one day, on one of her black fur days, the topic of magic came about. They shared it, and wove it without truly naming it what it was. Finally, Kitten had found a person with which she could share her dark side. And they shared it, every single day. Kitten and Mockingbird had become very close friends now, seeing as they had this object to share. They almost became like brother and sister. Kitten felt relieved that finally someone could understand her mood.
But instead of helping her reduce the amount of time during which her fur was black, this sharing encouraged her black fur and seemed to recall it more often. Golden Pup was appalled by this development and begged Kitten to try to keep her white fur about her. And for a little while she did, but always did it come back, encouraged by the mockingbird’s call.
And slowly, ever slowly, she and the pup came apart. She decided that she needed him to accept that dark part of her and he decided that he was fed up with that part of her. They longer loved each other, and finally they broke apart.
This change did quite a bit of damage to Kitten’s spirit and suddenly her fur never turned orange. But there were many other things happening everywhere else in the forest that she never took notice. Also, this change seemed to push forward her black fur. Everything around her seemed to be dark, rich, and meaningful. She fell in love with shadow then, and in love with the night. In the darkness, she felt most comfortable. She herself was the shadow of night, broken only by the moon.
After a while, she was happy again, surrounded by friends, family and their stories. Kitten and Mockingbird shared their magic still. And Kitten was alive and happy all through the fall, all through the winter, all through the spring, and suddenly summer was upon her.
Kitten’s circle of friends was changing. Suddenly, she was staying closest to Terrier, Grizzly, Mockingbird, and a new friend: a little rabbit. These five spent many days under the sun and under the moon. They laughed and played and learned new things. They reminisced, but lived for the day. Everything was back to normal.
Then a cloud passed over their forest; a dark and ominous cloud, threatening to dampen the fiery spirit of the forest. Mockingbird had been in love with a bear cub for more than a year now. They had been so happy together, and everyone had believed they would be together forever. Everyone had loved their love and encouraged it to the end of time. So when the news spread through the forest that their love had ended, all the animals in the forest were shocked. Mockingbird was shocked most of all. He carved the tale of his grief on a tree that all the animals pass. He wrote of the event as it was and how it saddened him.
The next day, Raven came by this tree and read the words upon it. She was shocked by what she read, and reprimanded Mockingbird for it. Meanwhile, the rest of the animals had read the words on the tree and heard of the raven’s answer. Two animals in particular were appalled by the raven’s answer. It was Mockingbird’s day to be sad, and Raven’s attack was simply cruel… And these two animals, Kitten and Grizzly told the raven their belief.
Feeling betrayed by her old friends Kitten and Grizzly, Raven got very angry. But she did not just get angry with only the two; she got angry at Terrier and Mockingbird, too. Mockingbird rightly chose not to listen to the raven’s lament and fared well. Grizzly got angry in return and followed through with his idea that Raven was at fault. Terrier did not want Raven to be angry with her and asked for forgiveness. Kitten did not understand and chose to challenge the raven.
The two met just outside the tree Mockingbird had written his lament upon. The two wrestled for days, and neither came to a victory. After a week, Kitten stopped fighting back, emotionally eroded and at a loss. It had been a stalemate and Kitten refused to fight any longer, and Raven refused to back down.
Kitten’s fur was now an unhealthy grayish-blue. Her closest friend, terrier, had gone hunting farther away in the forest and would not be back for many more days. Kitten was lost and confused. So now both Mockingbird and Kitten were sad. Mockingbird because he had lost his lover and Kitten because she had lost her friend.
So, together they sat in the darkness, on one of the branches in Mockingbird’s tree. They talked about their sadness, and using their much-explored magic, banished each other’s grief. They just wanted to be happy again so that they could weave more spells. And as they worked together, slowly Kitten’s fur was lightening, heading back to white. And slowly Mockingbird’s world was regaining color. He called his former love the sun; he felt that there was no more sun in his life. And as time passed, Kitten understood that Mockingbird was the moon, the sun’s equal and the beacon that broke the pure dark shadow of her nights. And with this realization, her fur took on a brilliant white shade, “Who knew the moon could have a shadow?” she thought breathlessly, and this had many meanings.
She was falling in love with Mockingbird, she realized. But this wasn’t possible, he was a bird, and she was a cat. This couldn’t happen… How had this happened? So she carried this thought with her, but said nothing of it. Not to Mockingbird, not to Terrier, and not to Grizzly.
So in the sunlight, Mockingbird, Grizzly, Rabbit, and Kitten played and laughed together. And in the night, Mockingbird and Kitten sat in the darkness and told each other tales.
Then, one night, in the silent moonlight, Mockingbird and Kitten had no more to say to each other. They sat, wordless. And one thought kept coming back to Kitten, “The moon has a shadow…” And under that moonlight, a mockingbird and a kitten kissed for the first time.
They told no one of the event of that night, they only felt it’s magic. That night, they finally named the magic that they shared and felt it more strongly now than ever. That night, neither Kitten nor Mockingbird slept. But Kitten heard his song from her bed:
“All the world shook and trembled,
and emotions such distilled were shot to the sky again,
into elevation we fell,
and the trembling seemed to remain.”
This song made Kitten shake all over and cry a little. She felt danger in this, but she also felt something more powerful. She was so unsure, so lost, and so afraid that she clung to silence for a while. And Mockingbird kept singing from his tree:
“I'm falling, falling, falling,
across the grass, a summers night of heat.
I'm falling, falling, falling,
into days of laughter,
and seconds of joy,
falling and yet held back, a moment that shall never last,
and falling into you.”
Then Terrier returned to the forest, and everything seemed better. Kitten was not so worried about Raven’s anger, and suddenly she could laugh broadly at all the new tales Terrier brought with her. But despite her returned joy, Kitten did not tell Terrier that she had kissed Mockingbird. That night, the five of them played together again, and were so happy. But amidst the newfound joy, Mockingbird and Kitten found their way to the darkness again and again were at a loss for words. Kitten had fled to the darkness and sought its comfort; Mockingbird had followed, wondering why Kitten had so fled. They kissed again. And for a moment, Kitten’s fur took on its black hue again and all she could say was:
In the silence,
No words seem powerful enough,
To describe the beauty...
of a dying sunset,
of a single star,
of grass,
of warm water,
and of a gentle breeze.
Shivering, Shaking:
Power unbeholden.
Kitten’s fur turned white once again the next day and everything in the forest was normal and happy except for Mockingbird and Kitten’s little secret. One fine sunny day, Grizzly and Kitten went for a walk deep into the forest. They went to see one of the first trees that had grown here in this forest and that had given birth to most of the trees that were in the forest then. As they walked, they were surrounded by people, all of them talking and enraptured in the sights around them. And hidden behind the conversational buzz, Grizzly and Kitten started talking in their secret language, a language that only they knew. And that day, under the beating sun, in the blistering heat, next to the oldest tree in the forest, Kitten told Grizzly her secret.
And the next morning, back in their forest, Kitten, Mockingbird and Grizzly told Terrier the secret. And a few days later, Raccoon was told about it. Kitten soon came to realize that all these people were at peace with the idea that she and Mockingbird could love each other. The only person left not at peace with the idea was herself. She was still frightened, she did not trust herself, and still somehow believed that it was impossible. She did not feel safe with the idea. Safe… she needed to feel safe.
One day after all these animals were told, Kitten once again found herself in the darkness with Mockingbird. And once again they were enveloped in silence. As they kissed this time, they fell from a branch, and she landed softly on the ground below. Mockingbird had guided her fall flawlessly with his wings. He had saved her and protected her. She was overwhelmed with an emotion so unfamiliar to her right then, and also, her fur had turned a flaming orange… Something it hadn’t done in years now… Absolutely terrified, she ran away from Mockingbird and hid. She paced and thought and paced and thought… but came to no conclusion but that her emotions terrified her.
Finally, Mockingbird came and perched just outside her home and sang to her:
“Kitten, I’ll protect you.”
Suddenly everything made sense to Kitten. Nothing mattered but the magic that Mockingbird and Kitten shared. Nothing mattered but their love. She came out of her hiding place and embraced Mockingbird’s love forever and they lived happily ever after.
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