She chose the name Waterlily for herself, after the sweet smelling flowers that drifted on the tops of ponds. She quite liked them, with their pale pink petals and green stems, the way they moved with the ripples of the water.

There was a pond of waterlilies beside the place she called home. It was the main reason she'd chosen it. Her home was a large tree with huge roots that stretched all the way into the water. The tree grew partially atop a rock, creating a little cave of space beneath. She used leaves and sticks and rocks to better hide it from the outside, and was quite happy with the results.

The space inside was small, but comfortable. She had a bed of moss and leaves to sleep on, clean water just outside, and a nook created by another root served as a place to store food.

Each morning, she awoke and cleaned her fur in the pond outside. Then she gathered berries from the various plants that grew in her beloved forest, eating some and storing some in her home. The rest of the day was spent as she pleased. Exploring, visiting her favorite places, tending to the plants she cared for most. The rock beside her tree proved a good place to rest, with the warmth of the sun dappling her fur.

At night, she washed again in the pond. This was less to stay clean than it was to enjoy the feel of the water, which she loved more than anything else. Then she would return to her home, eat the berries she'd collected in the morning, and fall asleep on her bed of leaves.

It was a calm life, a peaceful life. But something was missing.