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Not sure exactly where this will go. Needs to be early enough to let reader understand the role of cats, but not so early that is ruins surprises.
It was April and Hayboy and Carmel left the barn and headed to the vineyard where the almond trees were in full bloom. They found the highest one and climbed half-way up to an old, unused squirrel nest.
Hayboy opened their side of an ancient connection between trees and the big and little cats that climbed them and tried to feel the hills and valleys of the trees’ most recent warning, its depth, contours, substance and texture.
At first Carmel didn’t try to use the cat-tree link, but growled her lowest growl, the one that meant she was ready to kill to protect her kittens, and hissed more fiercely than Hayboy had heard his mate growl since a wolf stuck its head into their barn.
“I feel a coming hatred and cruelty that tears much of the world apart,” Hayboy said.
The most inner circles of the trees began to hum in rhythm with the cats’ breath, letting them know Hayboy was on the right track with his intuition into the warning. The humming sped up and a wind blew the branches of the tree they were in, but no others, which in cat lore meant it was an eternal wind that played where it would, unbound by surrounding weather.
Those who felt it were said to be blessed for eternity.