Minth huddled at the bottom of an oak tree. The leaves caught and swirled around him. He curled his long, fluffy mint green tail around himself, and sat content in his own little silence.Though he was a bit lonely, he liked to look at nature by himself. He liked to daydream some, and often found pictures and paintings in small and big things. Like the bark of a tree, or maybe in the vains of a leaf. He made a little rumbling purr in his chest and curled into a ball.
Thinking he was alone, he thought he'd take a little nap.
