[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by Scum

His eyes widened. It was the trees blocking the sky? he peered up again, his brows furrowed forwards in concentration. Oh they were right! "So... it is bigger, but the trees don't wann let us see?" He whined out, scrunching his little nose ans whiskers up. "The trees are mean..."

"Nah, I don't think they mean to." She murmered as she glanced back up at the sky, a fondness for the young tom growing.
"The sky is awfully pretty, the trees just want to see, too. They don't realize they keep us from it." That was the story she grew up with. That trees used to smaller than everything, but their love for the sky and desire to see and touch it allowed them to grow, surpassing what once blocked their sight.