The silence that breathed through the forest were many signs that wonderland had begun to quiet down from its recent uproars of worlds and coloring lifes. But to where the Cheshire cat roamed it was always quiet where not many wondered or spoke as they made their way towards their given kingdoms. Others like his cousin Nyurel always had the repetitive motion of avoiding this part of the forest where some would call it the Moon's delight for his grin was always a crescent moon that swung like a teeter totter. Perched up against the rough surface of a branch high in the tree, the cat laid his golden eyes to watch the paths wind up and down without any given signs of life. Not even the marching sounds that his cousin's band of kittens made everytime they passed through this given path was heard. Perhaps he thought that somewhere out there a party was being created or another tea time was being started, yet such thought vanished as quickly as it came.
His hands scratched the surface of the branch, breaking apart the bark that poked at his skin in order to rest more easily. He still retained the human form that he transformed into when he was at Seven Sin city but his power were slowly coming coming back to him. Perhaps this was a reason not many recognized him when they first came back, but his grin and his eyes always gave him away at the very end. His curved lips began to split into a yawn, 'is there ever something to do around these parks?' his mind began to question itself, he could not vanish for long periods of time so it wasn't fun to scare the other lively characters of wonderland since his body always appeared before he could do the prank. Parhaps into riddles he could begin to speak his next though questioned his authority but it was quickly dismissed by his own insanity 'but i never speak in riddles!.' It felt great to be back in this world, though his only regret was not being able to met up with the time goddess and give her a good grin upon a frown for all that authority that she held over him and the others while he was still free of her grasp.
The shadows of the leaves began to dance as another breeze of silence passed through the branch upon where the Cheshire cat rested. The flickers of light and shadows that danced and fough against each other made his mind wander to the sullen characters he met back in the other place Yugure for example. Yet the crack of a twig made his eyes look to the side and his mind to ther other. His ears perked up to hear more and his tail that slowly began to grow back no longer wagged. True his human form was still there, but sooner or later his mind would revert back and so would his appeareance or so he though, for everything comes back around a 360 circle. His shoulder pressed against the tree, could he hear his own heartbeat or was that the confusing sound of his own breathing? To this he was unsure, perhaps his heart was already gone, stopped by the flow of time upon this world, the world known as Wonderland.
