[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; height: 235px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify][sub][font=georgia] There was a humming in the air, like bees dancing between flowerbeds. Louder and louer the humming grew until it burst into a lion's roar.
All she wanted was quiet.
Quiet. Is that how she had gotten here? Where was here? Was there a ground or a sky? All she could feel was her heart, beating. Once, twice and then a third time. It kept beating in the newfound silence.
She missed the bees.
Sea-green eyes opened and flinched against the moon light, finding the sensation unfamiliar. Everything was unfamiliar. Touch, sight, sound. And as the cinnamon calico lifted her head, her body stretching out sleep instinctively, she was met with a cluster of stars.
Ursa. She was Ursapaw.
The feline blinked at the thought. That was her name, but why did she not remember it? There were trees all around her. She was in a forest, but she couldn't recall how she ended up there. All she remembered was the sound of bees and a light. Where had the light gone?
The feline got up on her feet, testing them out as if swimming for the first time. She moved one paw, then another, and continued forward as she scanned her surroundings. She tried to think, but her mind was blank. Ursapaw, her name. A forest she didn't know. Somehow she knew what was around her but could never remember seeing it, or seeing anything. It was as if she had poofed into existence. Perhaps she had poofed into existence.
But she didn't know what that meant.
"Hello?" her voice was soft, elegant like silk. She didn't know how she knew how to speak or what to say. Stopping by a tree, she called out louder. "Is there anyone there?"
Poofed out of thin air or not, she was alive and she needed to learn how to live.