ORIGIN

She was curled up on a soft bed of moss with her sweet cub tucked away in the curve of her, protected by her long legs. Pounce was nice and warm, and was starting to fall asleep after another nice, long, fun day together. She felt like the days were so lovely and sweet with her Pounce, and she never wanted to leave.

She felt Pounce's breath slow down, with a yawn here or there, and she kissed them softly on their nose. Could this be any better? Could she honestly feel any happier than this?

She wanted to give something to her cub to drift off easier, but she was too tired to bring up a whole story and finish it too - she knew how elaborate she became with even the simplest of stories. She found herself humming here and there, and collecting a very simple tune.

"My love," She whispered, noting that her cub was starting to drift off. "I want to sing you a song. I was thinking something about castles and royalty. What do you want it to be about?"

He was protected, warm and close to his loving doe. The day had been full of fun and mischievous battles between the two, not to mention a dragon! But now was time for sleep, only he couldn't quite drift away. Even with the tender loving kisses from her it was no avail. The young jaguar would yawn here and there, but sleep did not arrive. Where ever it was, sleep was not anywhere in this vicinity.

Listening to her tender heartbeat it was soon that she began to hum a simple tune. His attention switched accordingly, smiling at what she was now doing. The sweet hum that escaped her was memorizing. It came so natural to her, it felt as if nothing was out of place. Eyes heavy he slowly closed them. "My love,"' She whispered; his heavy lids flashed open as he smiled at her.

She spoke about singing a song, something maybe with castles and a royal flair. Though it would have loved it hear anything she sang, she was so sweet to stop and ask what he would like. Soft smile and heavy eyes he thought about it for a moment. "Surprise me? Everything sounds so nice when you tell it! I can only imagine what a song would be like!" With tender and loving eyes he watched her. He had heard many of her stories. But a song was something completely new; but he was sure it would live up to the hype.


"Vicktor Speech"
"Clover Speech"

She hummed a jaunty little tune, joyful, a good song to hum as one walked. The words flowed together as if they were made for her and her lovely Pounce, and she sang quietly,
"There was once a knight
So fair and bold
Their heart so brave and true
They went cavorting down the lane
Right down the lanes of blue."

She liked how that sounded, and she liked comparing her lovely cub to a strong knight with a pure heart, ready to defeat the dragon and save the damsel in distress, to protect the weak and defend noble intentions.

"How does that sound? Do you like it, my brave little knight?"