Blackfeather Woods blood, guts & glory [birth]

Birth was no miracle. Birth was an inconvenience.

Gone were the siblings he had shared his spot with, it was just him, alone. But then he was forced from his position, out into a world that radiated uncomfortableness and was really quite upsetting. He wasn't ready to take his first breath just yet. Perhaps it had to do with his unwillingness to leave the dark, comfy world that had been his, perhaps it was just him, just laziness. 

Then he was aware. Of a horrible thing touching him, prodding him, and the touch was so uncomfortable that he just couldn't stay dead. So he breathed, his first breath, and was catapulted with that tiny action into the world of the living. He struggled, heaved, but then he got control of this breathing and autopilot set in.

But he was not at all happy with this world, and made it known. He opened his jaws, and instinct drove him to force air out of it, and constrict his throat and mouth until-

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A tiny, high-pitched sound, made time and time again as he expressed his discontent. He rolled around, jerking legs propelling him in the direction of the hot, fuzzy lump that was the closest semblance to comfort that he knew now. Finally, his little maw latched onto a teat, which he gnawed at quite a bit before understanding it's use and falling into place beside his siblings, being quite the little hog as he shoved at whatever(whoever) was beside him.