07-15-2018, 03:13 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]The little calico had been much more cheerful after locating her uncle and forcing herself into the Ascendants, so today, she was chasing after some kind of butterfly on stubby kitten legs. The kitten was, of course, visibly happier, but being so young, that was liable to change in a split second.
She flitted along the canopy till she reached the starpool, and the butterfly was forgotten in an instant. Pacing the shoreline, the little kitten stared at the tree, her little mind whirring. How could she get across to it?
After many attempts, the remnants of half-made bark floats and other such contraptions floated in the water in front of Melody, and the kitten sat, huffing, staring at the tree.
She flitted along the canopy till she reached the starpool, and the butterfly was forgotten in an instant. Pacing the shoreline, the little kitten stared at the tree, her little mind whirring. How could she get across to it?
After many attempts, the remnants of half-made bark floats and other such contraptions floated in the water in front of Melody, and the kitten sat, huffing, staring at the tree.