"let's hide, and maybe they won't find us,"
whimpered the gold.
"let's find them, and i'll bite them! hard!"
the red said at the same time.
"two paths at opposites...
what say you, oh white?" the cat smirked.
"when it is time to run, we shall run,
when it is time to bite, we will bite.
neither, to me, shall solve this, i suspect,"
was her soft reply.
"we cannot talk," the cat mused.
"we are forbidden to reveal ourselves to the blind."
"by whose decree?" asked the white.
the cat shrugged wetly. "i recall not.
it is ancient, older than i by far."
"we have but islands of green
in a grey world of filth;
if they had known we were here...
would it have changed?"
"a road untaken, kitling," the cat responded.
"the blind...were not ready.
perhaps still are not."
"how can they learn to see
if they do not know they can?"
asked the red. "do they only see one road,
not two?
can we not show them there is something more?"
the cat blinked,
frowned,
and shook. violently.
"much better. and wonder i what the Forest intends;
for who sees better than one who once could not?"