🐾 Cat and Mouse in Partnership

 

🐾 Cat and Mouse in Partnership (FanumTaxLoveTales Edition)

“The First Weaving”

A Story of Elemental Trust, Sacred Agreements, and What Happens When We Forget the Circle
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Seventeen of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

🐈🐁 The Beginning

In the Time Before the Great Forgetting… no cap.
Cat wasn’t yet a hunter.
Mouse wasn’t yet prey.
They were symbols of polarity:
stillness and motion, night and dawn, instinct and intuition, pure vibes.
They chilled at the edge of the forest,
under the roots of an ash tree older than the Moon, squad assemble.
One day, the ash tree whispered:
“If you wanna survive what’s comin’,
weave your strengths together.
One alone won’t last the Winter,” straight fire.

🧺 The First Agreement

So they built a storehouse in the ash’s hollow,
and agreed to share, glow-up energy.
Cat would gather what couldn’t be seen.
Mouse would gather what couldn’t be heard.
They dubbed the storehouse "Trust," iconic.
They sealed it with a song, facts.

❄️ The Long Winter

As the air got icy, silence hit.
Cat, ruled by hunger and dreams,
peeped the storehouse and got shook.
“What if there ain’t enough?”
On the low, he started nibblin’ the stores.
First a lil’, then more, sus move.
Mouse, trustin’ the bond, didn’t check.
‘Til the final moon—
when the snow howled and the stores were ghosted, real talk.

🩸 The Breaking

Mouse trembled.
“You betrayed the Circle,” she spit,
“not by eatin’,
but by hidin’ your fear from me.”
Cat bowed his head, deep feels.
“I thought you’d dip if I told you.”
Mouse turned away, heart split.
From that day,
Cat couldn’t be trusted with silence no more.
And Mouse couldn’t rest beside instinct.
They turned hunter and hunted—
not out of shade,
but ‘cause the Circle got broke, pay it forward gone wrong.

🌕 Moral of the Sacred Tale

True partnership needs truth, even when it’s shakin’, facts.
Fear, if kept on the down-low, turns to betrayal.
But fear, if shared, builds a bridge, inner glow on blast.
When instinct and intuition split,
a wound hits the world—
and only love can stitch it back, own that energy.