A petite cat hid, waiting, in the
shadows of a very well grown tree. In one of the partially hidden branches a
squirrel sat, trying to chew through a thick stem that had sprouted from the
tree. On the end was a delicate, dark blue flower, and while the squirrel just
thought the beautiful flower would make a nice, quick snack, the feline below
knew that if the flower was protected and given enough time if would bloom and
allow the cat, or any other animal who was present at its blooming, to have a
wonderful feast. And so, the cat had dedicated herself to watching over the
flower, day and night, only leaving to get food and water so that she did not
starve or dehydrate while protecting the treasure. The squirrel, on the other
hand, did not know a thing about the cat or the blossom and was about to have a
delicious meal before the latter bloomed. The cat unsheathed her claws and
scaled the large tree until her bright, almost glowing eyes were watching from
hardly any feet away. The squirrel had made decent progress in chewing at the
solid stem and was very close to being able to simply bite the whole stem apart
in one try. The cat knew she had to do something quickly, so she crouched down
and narrowed her eyes, swishing her tail in the leaves to make sound and draw
the squirrel further from the precious flower. The squirrel hesitated and sat
up, beginning to flee towards the end of
the branch in a hurried panic. Suddenly, the feline quickly pounced, letting
out a loud hiss of warning as she did so. Her prey let out a squeak of terror
as she easily caught up to it.
“You should have known better than
to come into my territory. You must
be very brave to have come to my Feast
Tree, too, of all the places…” The cat snarled, raising her paw and suddenly
swiping it up by its tail as it tried to escape. The squirrel opened its mouth
to speak but was cut off by the cat. “And no, don’t say you thought it was a
normal tree,” She gave the smaller animal a serious glare, “Everyone, and I
mean everyone,
knows what a Feast Tree is.” She flicked her tail and glanced over at the
flower. “Never enter my territory ever again.” She hissed finally,
flicking her paw forward while sheathing her claws, causing the squirrel to go
flying away from the tree. The cat smiled a bit as she padded over to the
flower, sat down and wrapped her abnormally long tail around her paws- Twice.
“Well done, Vris.” She purred to herself, obviously happy with her work. She
laid down and curled up, effortlessly falling into a deep sleep.
Vris awoke to the sounds of
bubbling and popping and to the smells of delicious stew. She sat up and
stretched, yawning, before glancing around. The heat of a warm fire seeped
through the air, bringing with it a light smoke. Vris sniffed once, then twice,
and narrowed her eyes at a small make-shift bowl. Below it an undersized fire
was dying out, and Vris let it die fully before she examined the meal. She paused before quickly, suddenly wrapping
her tail around the flower- This had to
be some kind of trick! But, no, there was the bowl, sitting with no one in
sight, and she could not smell any trace that anyone had been here. “Just one
little sip couldn’t hurt me, could it?” She sat up and bit and bent her neck,
suspiciously lapping up some of the soup. She smiled, clearly happy, as she
glanced over at the flower. It had bloomed over night.
So Vris, despite her selfish and mean
personality, was able to enjoy a nice breakfast, lunch and dinner every day for
a month of her life. And she wouldn’t dare complain about it, for it was the most
amazing month of that year.
