First, there was warmth. The warmth and the known comfort of a heeartbeat other htna her own thumping away beside her.
And then there was an insistant pushing at her, taking away the warmth and replacing it with a far less nice enviorment that was cold and icky. I cried out in protest, scrabbling across the hard surface I had ended up on to get back to the warmth and the dark that I missed. I was met with a resistance though, larger than me and blocking my way to my mother. I mewed, and went another way, ending up in a mess of soft stuff that was as warm as where I had come from. Snuggling down in it, I was finally satisfied that I wouldn't be bothered again. But of course, I was wrong. A wet tongue traced spirals across my damp and thin fur, leaving it dewy and slightly fresher than I was.
I still smelled like spit, though.
I turned to swipe at it, but my weak newborn arms wouldn't do much. Giving it up, I cried out in fear and irratation. How bad could this day get? I was taken from my home, wet, and to top it all off, I was hungry.
But wait, was that food?
Taking off with the scent of milk, I crawled down, and found a food source. Greedily latching on, I drank and drank, letting the hot liquid give back some of the warmth that had been so cruely taken from me. Pushes to my backside were ignored as I took in my fill, licking the excess away when I was finally done with my meal. Crawling back down, I landed in a warm heap next to the fur I had come from.
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Clydalune- Pup- Female- Mother: Snow White- Father: Nikolas
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Comatose – Skillet Song Lyrics
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