Sawtooth Spire squalor

Any family!

He awoke with a vengeance, startling from his long sleep for one reason or another. Despite being unable to see or hear just yet, the first born's head swung left and right, not able to control his movements thus far. In time, he would move with realized purpose but now, his only purpose was to crawl his way over other warm, furry lumps to latch his tiny jaws onto a teat, suckling milk from his mother with every intention to do so until he'd had his fill.

They slept, like usual, in a giant pile huddled next to Tonravik's side. Sitamat was currently sandwiched between Atuaserk and Pingasut, snoring quietly. It was his favourite spot, cocooned in warmth and lulled to sleep by his sibling's soft breathing. So when the eldest began to wiggle and crawl, disturbing the rest of the huddle, he was roused from his nap.

Feeling pressure on his face as Atuaserk used him as a platform to get to a teat, he released a high-pitched cry, worming forwards as he tried to rid himself of whatever was standing on his oversized head.

*invades all threads!*

Malrok had already been awake and eating. His stubby little tail twitched back and forth as he filled his growing belly with the warm milk from Tonravik's sleeping body. He ignored what little dull sounds he could hear behind him, but when somebody caused commotion from behind, it caused Malrok to lose his focus and the suction on his food source. Distracted by the movement, his own head turned from side to side as he jostled himself around to face the accosting brother(s).

Did he realize he was standing on his brother's head? No. Had he been cognizant of it, would he have stopped? Still no. He was unresponsive to his brother's cry of distress, crawling over him even as Sitamat tried to move away from him. Finally, he shoved away from the squirming mass, depositing himself next to Malrok, to reach the source of food and nutrition. If he had disrupted his brother's feast, he had no idea. Not that that would have stopped him.

He was shoved away by his brother's hefty foot, placed squarely onto his forehead as Sitamat struggled to free himself. He was free finally from Atuaserk, but now that he was awake his stomach yearned for food. He had been turned upside down from the first born's kick, and flailed around before flopping onto his side. Struggling over a sleeping Pingasut, the boy made his way towards the other two bear cubs, aiming to wedge himself between them.

One of his siblings came alongside him, and Malrok busied himself with eating once again. He enjoyed eating very much, and when the second sibling wedged between himself and the first brother, Malrok lost his suction. Whimpering, the boy attempted to latch on again, but it was of no use. Sitamat had taken his food source, and Malrok was displeased. As it was his custom, he began to wail loudly, waiting for somebody to fix this most dreadful situation.

The shoving and bustling was irritating but as long as it did not disturb his feeding than he would cause no hell, for his brothers or his mother. Warmth was warmth and food was food and in this moment, the first born did not have the capacity to care who it was feeding at his side. By the time he was able to have such thoughts, he would remember none of this and instead forge new opinions as he grew older.

Disengaging from his mother's teat for a moment, the oldest of her brood took a chance to burp, making room for more food before he went back to his task.

Unaware that he had disrupted Malrok's own feeding, Sitamat quite happily latched onto the previously claimed teat, squirming as he tried to find a more comfortable spot between his two brothers. Though he too lost his hold as he accidentally let his foot slip into an open space, falling face-first into Tonravik's soft belly. He let out a cry that barely matched the second born's howling, before wriggling around and trying to get at the teat again.

Unknowingly, he had spun so his large side blocked it and, instead, the last born furiously tried to nose some rude intruder — Atuaserk — out of the way of the teat he thought he had perviously claimed.

Last one from me. :)

After some time, Tonravik lifted him and placed him away from his brothers and near a free teat. Malrok latched almost instantly, suckling as the milk dribbled down his chin. He continued at this, practically drowning himself in milk until his belly was full and his breathing slowed. Malrok's feet twitched even as he drifted into sleep, ignorant of his brothers fighting and the rest of the world around him.

And from myself!

Someone was trying to shove him and the first born wasn't having any of it. If possible, his milk teeth latched on even harder, likely to the discomfort of the mother-unit. As harm to others was not something he could not yet comprehend, it was not until mother-unit nudged at his face to make him let go that he released her, obviously unhappy with the situation as he cried at her. But suddenly, fatigue swept him and his moment of being upset was remedied by the lull of sleep, which he fell prey to amongst the warmth of his brothers.

<3

He persisted, trying to get at the food source that was blocked by a stubborn sibling. Faintly, he heard squawks and cries but paid them no mind, fully intent on getting back his spot. His pudgy face nosed Atuaserk's incessantly, even when he refused to budge. Only when their mother roused to sort out their bustling did the last born stop, bobbing his head around as the three brothers were rearranged. There was suddenly much more room, and Sitamat happily let himself fall in between two of the other cubs, finally latching onto a teat and becoming still once more.