The Crescent Moon in the Starry Forest is just a Giant Kitten~

A Huge Kitten

In the vast forest, I strolled happily, sniffing the air with contentment.

I’m a kitten. Just a little one, not even half a year old. Yet, at my eye level, there are not weeds or pebbles but branches of leafy trees.
I may be a kitten, but I’m enormous, standing three meters tall.

As I walk, crushing fallen leaves beneath my feet, I pause and look down.

Beneath me are large, furry front legs, unlike those of a human. Black fur covers them, with paws fluffy white like they’re wearing socks. My chest was patterned with a white crescent pattern.

In this forest, there are several pristine springs where the water mirrors like glass, so it’s not hard to catch a glimpse of myself.

My face, as large as my body, has round, youthful features. There’s no sharpness or sophistication, just an overwhelming babyish charm.
The color of my eyes, I think, was different on each side, purple and gold, maybe. I forgot which was which.

With my bushy tail, I must be a long-haired breed. When I grow up, I’ll probably be even fluffier all over. Even now, I need to groom myself because leaves and bugs tend to unknowingly cling to my fur.

I suddenly recalled the time when I was born in this forest. I saw nothing but trees around me, with one particularly large and ancient tree standing beside me, but trees don’t talk, so I didn’t understand what was going on. There were no parents around, so I must have just appeared here all of a sudden.

Such mysterious occurrences are commonplace in this forest. Besides me, there are many other strange creatures here. Beasts and monsters, that sort of thing.

I haven’t seen any humans so far. As far as I know, humans are the most numerous species in this world, and once you step out of the forest, it’s all humans everywhere.

But I don’t know why I have this knowledge. I know a lot about this forest, so I have never gotten lost or been in trouble.
I don’t know everything about this forest, of course. I realize this fact when I wander, but somehow, I possess the knowledge necessary to survive.

(Today’s weather is nice.)

I yawn widely. It’s getting warm, and I’m feeling sleepy.

Even though I’m alone in the forest, I don’t feel much danger or fear. If I were just a tiny kitten, I might feel scared alone, but my body is bigger than a bear’s.

But even with my large size, as I mentioned earlier, there are plenty of strange creatures in this forest just as peculiar as I am.

For example, just now, a small fairy emitting a faint light flew by. She was about the size of an apple with transparent wings, wearing a lime green dress. I’ve seen others wearing pink, blue, or yellow dresses, and their hairstyles are all different too.

Perhaps it’s my feline instinct, but when something flutters in front of me, I can’t help but track it with my eyes and feel the urge to catch it. But if I were to swat at it with my big hand, I might kill it, so I resist the urge.

…But then again, if it flutters in front of me for too long, I might swat at it after all.

Suppressing my restless heart, I wait for the fairy to pass by, but she quickly notices me and hastily flies away. Maybe my eyes were sparkling. My long and bushy tail swayed as if calculating the timing to pounce.

(Gone.)

Feeling slightly disappointed, I continue to walk through the forest. I’m sleepy, but I want to find a place without trees, bask in the sun, and take a nap.

But this time, I encountered a creature more dangerous than the fairy.

It’s a small, balding old goblin. With green skin, red eyes, and pointed ears, all goblins carry clubs and wear only dirty loincloths. Poor things.

But I shouldn’t sympathize with them. These goblins are always unfriendly to others and attack with their wooden clubs.

They don’t seem very smart, attacking anyone they meet indiscriminately. I’ve even seen goblins fighting each other. They don’t seem to have a sense of camaraderie even within their own kind.

As soon as they spot me, they raise their clubs and charge towards me, so I lift my big, wooly front paw before they can hit me.
And I deliver a punch with my paw. 

Kitten punch!

Since goblins are only about as tall as an average human’s knee or thigh, my gigantic punch can deal quite a bit of damage.
Just one punch and the goblin fell.

(Dead?)

To make sure, I poke the goblin with my paw. It’s unconscious but whimpered softly and moved, so it doesn’t seem to be dead.
Thinking now’s my chance, I move away from the spot.

I want to find a sunny, open area quickly and spend the afternoon lounging around like a cat.