The River studied the cats, and decided to take on the form of a cat, able to demonstrate fishing and swimming. Using the strength it drew from the Moon, it shaped itself into a silver tabby, with blinding blue-green eyes. It knew, when it did so, that it would not be able to do this again. To transform, it would have to sever its connection to the Moon. But the River decided that this was a worthy endeavor, for the cats deserved to stay in the oasis they found with their bravery.
there’s holy water, undiluted; i see the divine













