[Estelle]

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree.

Singing 'Oh willow waly' by the tree that weeps with me.
Singing 'Oh willow waly' till my lover return to me.


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Somewhere within the outskirts, an unidentified place, stands a large and ancient willow tree, scarred with memories past.
Below its long branches, is what resembles a small clearing, filled with various plants and flowers, and a tiny flower-decorated nest near the trunk. Through the centre, runs a thin little stream, just deep enough for a kitten to wet their paws in.

The area is green and home to many birds and bugs, though generally scarce in prey.
It forms the secret base of a young kitten once named Amaris, now known as Nyx. They spend their days there playing and dreaming, escaping the world.

Every so often, a friendly outsider or lost clan cat passes by to take shelter below the tree. Nyx welcomes them with open (though cautious) paws, enjoying the stories they sometimes tell her.