Forestkit blinked open his eyes for the first time. And saw nothing. Just a world of dark. Something hot shone in his face. Something warm. Something nice. Something that reminded him that it was going to be all right. He sat up. He could feel the bodies of his littermates, providing him warmth and a sense of belonging. He could feel the soft, warm moss underneath his paws. But something was missing. The soothing fur of a cat much older and taller. It was gone. Forever, maybe. Rolling over the soft body of his littermate, he found himself on the edge of the moss. Where was he? What was he doing here? Talking sounded in a distant place. Who were these cats? He could hear only a phrase, spoken by a nearby presence. 'Good morning, my sweethearts.' --------------- Forestkit has opened his eyes for the very first time, and has progressed. He now knows how to walk, though he has not yet mastered it. written by @frigidstare
