Unnamed kit | She/Her
A comfy nursery. Nests padded full of moss. A full pile of littermates squeaking and wiggling for warmth. The faint scent of milk that drew in the little squirming bundles in for their first meal. Except for the unnamed lilac and silver kit, who did not stir.
She'd caused her mother so much strife already, fighting against her own birth with such violence it'd cost Twilightstar soundly to bring her into the world. It wasnt all her fault, anyone would struggle with such a large litter at such an age, but this kitten had a part to play in it for sure.
And it'd cost her too. Exhausted, in pain and overwhelmed by her new life the kitten lay still and limp, only breathing gently to show she did not pass from the effort even as her siblings squeaked and came to life around her.
No, she only would rouse when the gentle tongue of her mother or Leopardsong (or perhaps her older brother, but the rper knew that as unlikely) roused her into moving. Only then would this kitten, already downright upset about the state of the world, would find her spot at the milk bar, face scrunched in silent anger.