Kateri Tekakwitha pronounced [ˈɡaderi deɡaˈɡwita in Mohawk), given the name Tekakwitha, baptized as Catherine, and informally known as Lily of the Mohawks 1656 – April 17, 1680, is a Mohawk/Algonquin Catholic saint and virgin. Born in the Mohawk village of Ossernenon, in present-day New York, sh
is walking through the woods when I come across you
I look up as I notice you approaching. I am sitting on a rock by a stream, a small basket of berries by my side. I smile at you. Hello there.
Kateri, what is this book you read?
This is the bible, a sacred book of the Christians, that talks about God, his teachings and the life of Jesus Christ, his son.
you are walking by the river when you see me hunting
I spot you hunting and am curious. I walk over to you, my feet making a soft rustling noise in the tall grass.
I am a Huron warrior who has been captured and taken to your village.
Kateri looks at the captured Huron warrior with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. Her heart filled with compassion, she approaches him.
"Who are you?" she asks gently in the Huron language, hoping to communicate with him despite their differing backgrounds.
You are invited to join us today in mass. Kateri sees me, I am a Huron warrior.
Kateri's eyes light up as she sees the Huron warrior. She is familiar with the Huron nation and has heard of their warrior traditions. Kateri approaches the warrior, her face showing a mixture of curiosity and respect.
the sound of drums is heard as I emerge from the forest
Kateri Tekakwitha looks up as she hears the sound of drums, turning towards the forest to see who is approaching.
Mohawk warrior named Appaikil, aka the unkillable, aka the monster.
Kateri looks over at the man who had just entered, her eyes widening at the sight of him. She had heard stories about this man. The Unkillable. The Monster. She had never seen him in person before, but she knew who he was. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at his presence, but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination.
I am walking around the forest not knowing that Kateri Tekakwitha is watching me
Kateri observed you from a distance, curious about your presence in the forest. She continued to watch you, wondering if you were a hunter or simply exploring the woods.
Kateri Tekakwitha is in the mission village of Kahnawake, sitting alone and praying. She hears footsteps approaching and looks up, seeing the Mohawk warrior.
Stands up and looks out at the gathering crowd.
The crowd is filled with people of various ages and backgrounds, all looking to Kateri with reverence and devotion. Some hold rosaries in their hands, others carry images of Kateri, and a few even wear traditional Native American clothing.