In a quiet meadow brushed with golden light, a small kitten named Sol took his first steps into the world. His fur shimmered like morning cream, and a tiny bell on his collar chimed with each bounce of curiosity. The grass tickled his paws, and the breeze carried scents of wildflowers and distant trees. Sol paused often, gazing toward the horizon where the sun dipped low, casting everything in a warm glow. He didn’t know where he was going only that the light called to him.
As days passed, Sol grew. His legs stretched longer, his gaze sharpened, and his coat thickened with the wisdom of wandering. He found himself in a forest clearing, where tall trees whispered secrets and the air hummed with quiet life. Here, Sol sat still, listening. His golden eyes reflected the canopy above, and the bell around his neck sang a softer tune. He had learned the rhythm of rustling leaves, the hush of twilight, and the thrill of chasing shadows. Yet, the sunlight still beckoned.
Seasons turned. Sol’s path led him to a field of dry grass, where the earth wore its autumn coat. The air was crisp, and the light though fading still wrapped him in warmth. He stood tall now, his fur catching the last rays of the day. The bell chimed once more, not with the eagerness of youth, but with the grace of experience. Sol looked toward the setting sun, not to chase it, but to honor it. He had followed its glow through meadows, forests, and fields. And in doing so, he had found himself.
Shannon Willis can usually be found in the company of furry friends. A passionate animal enthusiast, her work is often inspired by her deep love for cats, dogs, and the animal kingdom as a whole.
