I was born without this fear
He’d been so very close to escaping. Until he’d been distracted by another. A feline like him, but big. Strangely big. He is not inclined to dwell, however, and so he does not. He’d promised to see her again, but he is on a mission. He had to complete his mission first. Mom is out there all by her lonesome still, and what if she needs him?
And so he’d scrambled back into a tree, determined to make it all the way this time. Determined to find her.
He doesn’t consider the obstacles in his way. He would figure them out when he got to them. As far as he is concerned, there isn’t much he can’t do if he puts his mind to it. And so, slinking through the tree branches once more, he continues on his way, taking a rather meandering path to the very edges of the kingdom. He is nearly there when a rustle of sound catches his attention. He freezes, dropping into a crouch against the rough bark of the limb he now clings to.
When he sees nothing right away, he creeps forward, his curiosity getting the better of him. It takes him a few minutes to crawl through foliage towards the noisy offender, though silence now hangs heavily in the air. Either he was hearing things, or they weren’t moving. Finally (finally!), he catches sight of a distinctly equine shape through the leaves. He stills for a moment before slinking forward once more, this time much more slowly.
When he finally comes close enough to make out whoever had interrupted him, he blinks. It takes a second for the familiarity of her features to register, so long has it been since he’d last seen her. Then he thinks maybe he must be seeing things. He’d wanted so badly to find Momma, maybe his imagination had conjured her up. But when she looks up, his name on her lips, his heart leaps inside his little chest.
Letting out a loud meow, he runs the rest of the way along the branch, it’s slender outer-reaches shivering beneath his weight until he’s close enough to leap. He lands with a little wobble on her back, barely catching himself from slipping down before a loud, happy purr is rumbling from his chest. He butts his head excitedly against her neck, rubbing his whiskers all over her blue skin as he squirms with barely contained pleasure, paws kneading almost helpless against her shoulders.
But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. He slips over her side, tumbling clumsily down, barely managing to twist himself in time so that he lands a little roughly on his feet. In seconds however, he’s shifted from black kitten to gangly blue colt and is crushing himself against her in a desperate hug. “Momma!” he cries, pressing his face into her neck. “I missed you so so much.”
Now only this seems clear
