Unnamed
0 moons
large darker brown & lighter brown tom with thick fluffy fur
THERE WAS WARMTH AND THERE WAS DARKNESS. THINGS SQUIRMED AROUND HIM, PUSHING AND PUSHING. STUFFY, AND CRAMPED. NOTHINGNESS WAS ALL HE KNEW BUT AN UNNAMED HUNGER BURNED THROUGH HIM. HIS LIMBS KICKED, ALWAYS KICKING, ALWAYS FIGHTING FOR SOMETHING.
and then his world opened up and the only warmth he knew was vanished — replaced by the icy cold air. confusing and new, frightening and uncomfortable. something sticky clung to his fur, his small black nose twitching as overwhelming scents flooded in, things he could not put a name to yet. but suddenly, he no longer wanted his freedom - he wanted the cozy warmth back despite the crampness. he coughs, clearing his throat and sucking in a sharp breath before letting out a shrill screech. he started to wail, and wail, as if protesting his existence in the world.
the warmth returns, something rough and wet licking against his fur. the cozy feeling burns in his chest and he understands this is home. his wails quiet down, becoming small squeaks as he tried to push himself closer and closer to the furry beast. tiny paws beginning to gently knead against fur, perhaps he could've fallen asleep there but his stomach gave a loud, angry rumble.
he switched directions, pushing and squirming his way towards the milky scent. despite the fact he was one of the first and therefore had first pickings this did not stop him from wiggling up besides another tiny, furry body. if they were here prior then they likely found the best spot. so, instead of opting for the easier way the brown-furred kit starts to try and push his sibling away with tiny, thrashing paws & frustrated squeaking.
No! NOOOO! Someone was KICKING HIM!! There was a sear of something again that he couldn't put a name to or even really understand (though he'd later come to know it as "STOP TOUCHING ME YOU UGLY LUMP") but still allowed to spur his next action: kicking out in retaliation as hard as his tiny baby legs could muster at the offending ugly lump. Kickkickkickkick in rapid succession, and unlike said offending ugly lump, he remained mostly mute, save for a quiet 'SQUEH!' of protest at the contact.
Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
