(I want it read to me)
This kitten was growing fast.
The changing of the moon was a measurement of time for the Cat Clan. When the ball of light changed from a full circle to a sliver, and then returned to a complete circle, this was a measurement of time for the cats. They called it one cycle of the moon.
By the finish of the first cycle of the moon, the kitten grew strong enough to climb down from her perch with her father's guidance. Always he was ready to catch her in case she lost her grip on the tree. Every day she grew stronger from the climb.
In just a few cycles of the moon, she was able to shimmy down the tree gripping the bark with her strong paws. She was growing stronger every day. Her legs which once were short and puffy were now long and slender. Each day she walked to the river, brought her lips to the crystal water and drank. Deeply.
When she was satisfied she lifted her head and admired the surface of the vast rippling river sparkling sunlight like diamonds shining onto her face. The river was so powerful. And peaceful.
She scanned just beneath the water's surface aware of any unusual movements. She saw them as large shapes causing ripples on the water's surface. Salmon. They were a few body lengths away from the shore. She walked with very slow graceful steps into the water. She moved slowly because she did not want to alert the fish of her presence. She stepped into the water till the surface nearly touched her chest and stood very still. As still as a tree. The trout swam around her and then one came right under her nose. Her open mouth dove into the surface of the water, and then snapped back with the flipping flopping fish twice the size of her face in her mouth.
She danced out of the water and dropped the fish onto the meadow grass.
She tightened her teeth over the fishes head until the fish became still. As his spirit was leaving his body, she spoke a prayer to that spirit, just like her father had taught her.
“Dear spirit who has explored Trinity, our Divine Mother’s body of water since you were small.
Thank you for allowing your body to enter my body, your muscles to become my muscles, your bones to become my bones, your eyes to see through my eyes.
Together, let us explore this paradise.
Thank you for blending your strength into my spirit.
May your spirit continue to journey in peace and find your new body in your next life as something you love so that your journey back into this world is something marvelous. Amen.”
Then she ate. When she had finished her breakfast, she walked back to her tree.
She looked up it's length of a wooden wall extending very high. She always marveled how so very tiny she felt next to this vast giant. She crouched down and then sprung up to the side of the tree, grabbing the bark with her razor sharp claws and began the journey up.
Pull by pull, step by step she rose to a high branch where lay her nest. A bed of leaves held in place by a woven bowl of branches. A nest where for as long as memory served her, she called home.
In that bowl was always a large pile of berries and seeds left by her feathered friends. Above her head sat chirping a flock of finches. She looked up, slowly blinked her eyes as a way of saying thank you and they chattered more. She was their friend. But more than a friend. She was their Champion.