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.
Hmm...This was rather uncomfortable. The kitten had been restless as of late, the confines of her dark abode growing more and more crowded and heated as each hour passed. But she could tell something was happening, and so, it seemed, could her companions. Tiny body pulsating with the surge of movement, she felt herself propelled out of the warmth she'd grown so used to and into an unfamiliar environment.
The surrounding air was clear and freeing, but it had the strange effect of pulling on the very tips of her damp fur. It was a little itchy, and she did not quite understand that this sensation came along with drying her scant pelt, as it had never been dry before. So, very reasonably, she began to cry. It was not the loud and obnoxious cry of many other newborns, but rather a silent sadness, one that came from a feeling of discomfort and helplessness. A salty tear escaped the inner corner or her shut left eye, and the dripping only baffled her further. It was cold.
Instinctively, she wriggled towards the closest source of heat, sheathed paws scrabbling at the materials making up her mother's bedding. Silently, she approached, burying her head in the larger cat's undercoat as much as possible. It felt nice to cover her face in this relative softness, like a mute on the world around her. She'd almost forgotten about her companions when a damp body pressed up against one side of her flank, then another on the opposite side. She cringed slightly, but allowed it. It made her feel less exposed, at least.
As the movement and hubbub surrounding her began to calm, she concentrated on her next goal - food. Somehow, it was obvious that this big warm thing was the source of that, perhaps because it was what had already nourished her since the beginning. She poked her nose through the fur around her until she could identify where to latch on and begin suckling.