Blacktail Deer Plateau addicted to you

This is open to anyone who'd be allowed near the den (or any daring intruders! ;)).

Edit (4/9): I changed the title to something a little more fitting and marked it "private" so we could have a sisterly thread. :)

Tiny Osprey burped herself awake. Her stubby black limbs flailed and she rolled from her back (for reasons unknown, she preferred to lay on it when napping) onto her chubby belly, cooing all the while. She'd fallen asleep shortly after eating and somehow managed to blow a thin, filmy milk bubble even as she nosed along her mother's belly. When she found a nipple, she latched onto it, suckled for about a minute, then released it and began to wibble-wobble along her mother's body in the direction of her anterior.

Her small, pugged face rammed into something soft. Osprey Jr. mouthed it, whimpering happily and drooling copiously, then eventually managed to shuffle past this squishy obstacle. Eventually, she found herself at the junction of her mother's right foreleg and torso. With a mewl, she wedged herself into the crook of Hawkeye's arm, then somehow managed to turn around and, unbeknownst to her, blindly face the den's sunlit mouth.

One week had passed since Ty had suddenly and swiftly been brought into the world. But only three days had passed since two new and very unfamiliar tiny beings had been brought to live with Ty and her sister. Ty pushed and shoved them out of the way whenever she could, her dark grey pelt often smothering her cousins. Right now, however, she was blindly waddling toward her sister, Osprey Jr.

When the tiny smudge's nose bumped into her sister's butt, she instinctually opened her mouth to gum it, tiny, wispy hairs filling her mouth as she did so. A tiny pink tongue licked disapprovingly, discovering that this was not the thing that gave her food.

She couldn't see it but Osprey felt the sun's warmth. It made her sleepy. Yawning, she pawed forward a few inches, emerging from beneath her mother's shadow. She lifted her little head, which wobbled, and stuck out her tiny pink tongue as if attempting to lick the sunshine.

Right then, she felt something cold press into her hindquarters. Lacking both speed and coordination, Osprey only managed to turn around to face the source of this disturbance after a solid two minutes. By then, something was tickling her bum, eliciting high-pitched squeaks—the predecessors of girlish laughter.

Having curled her blobby body in half, Osprey Jr. returned the favor by nudging Ty's cheek and identifying her as the original blob (not to be confused with the two newer, smaller, softer blobs). Her tail began to spin and she chuffed against her sister's pugged face, then began to chew on it to show her approval and affection.

Nose-to-nose, the sisters gummed one another with apparent delight. However, Ty grew bored of this (because it did not involve food), and began to cry out due to the lack of food and the warmth of either parent. Her cries were soft at first, but the grew in intensity until she was nosed back to the warmth and food. Latching onto a teat, she began to drink. Ty was going to be one fat puppy!

After a few moments of suckling, however, she lost her grasp on the food source, who exited their home entirely. This happened on rare occasions, and caused Ty to mewl uncontrollably, seeking anything resembling warmth. She crashed over the two smaller pups in the den, rolling about as her pudgy legs attempted to move her forward.

Although Osprey Jr. couldn't hear her sister's cries, she felt the quivering of her small body as she wailed. She continuously bumped her nose against the other puppy's blobby form, made curious by these strange sensations. Then, rather abruptly, Ty was gone. Osprey's jaws parted to squeal about this when she was lifted and deposited next to her litter mate again, against their mother's side. Instincts took hold and the young Redleaf-DiSarinno found herself drawing warm milk into her small mouth.

They fed in tandem until their mother gently shook off her gluttonous pups and exited the den. A satiated Osprey sighed and rolled onto her side as Hawkeye departed, her full belly sloshing and milk dribbling from the corners of her mouth, crusting the black fur of her cheeks. She blew a few bubbles before righting herself, the pressure of lying on her distended belly forcing a loud, wet burp from her tiny maw.

Ty sensed the faintest, most muffled sound of a burp, and she headed toward it, her cries becoming nothing more than quiet whimpers. Blind as a bat, the charcoal smudge ran right into Osprey Jr., though she stopped once her tiny sniffer picked up on the smell of milk hovering around her sister. Once again, her pink tongue sought her sister, though this time she licked only Osprey's muzzle where there were leftover bits of milk.

This licking of her sister went on for a minute or two before the big milk beast came back, and Ty once more gravitated toward it. Her pudgy legs propelled her forward, and her stub of a tail circled about uncontrollably.

The darker pup enjoyed the ticklish sensation as Ty licked her face clean, whimpering when it ended suddenly. A whoosh of air and the familiar scent of their mother, their food source, explained it. Like moths drawn to a flame, both dark girls shuffled toward Hawkeye as she stretched out on the den floor.

En route, Osprey Jr. bumped into one of those smaller blobs—and clambered right up and over it. Seconds later, her face mashed into her mother's belly. Osprey wasn't even hungry, so even though she momentarily latched onto a teat, she let go a moment later and began to nose the air, questing for Tytonidae's familiar scent and form again.

Osprey's nose pushed into Ty, and the charcoal sprog was soon rolling over on her side, still attached to her meal. With her legs flailing wildly in the air, she flopped onto her back and became detached from Hawkeye. Not a second later, Ty gave the tiniest sneeze, causing her head to bonk into one of the tinier cousins. She could not even be sure which one it was, but she knew that it had not been Osprey.

Yawning, the little bit wriggled around until she managed to roll onto her belly, her body slowing down until she was doing nothing but occasionally swiping a paw at a passing sibling or cousin who came near, lifting her head as much as her weak muscles would allow.

When Osprey didn't immediately find her sister, she let out a frustrated wail. Not a second later, her shimmying and shaking brought her up against Ty again. The darker girl reacted to this reunion as if the sisters had been apart for a thousand years (and, to an infant with no sense of time, it might as well have been as long). Her stumpy legs kicked outward—one smacked Ty square on her pugged nose—and the puppy did her best to wrap them around her litter mate, clinging to her like a young ape to its mother.

You can reply once more or just archive it. These two are awesome.

The kick to her nose made tiny Ty sneeze, though she did not whimper or yelp. Before long, her body was being enveloped by her sister, and the lighter-colored of the sisters found comfort in this. She murmured in delight, and squished closer to her sister for good measure. With all that movement and food, Ty was ready for a different activity: sleep. A yawn made her jaws open as wide as they could, and she soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

It would be interesting to see how the sisters grew up with one another. Would they be rivals? Best friends? Tolerate one another? Compete for boys? Rank? Food? Whatever their life held in the future, for right now, they were the best of blobs together.

Agreed! :D

Osprey felt it when Tytonidae yawned, the force of it sending a shiver through her small body. Still she clung, even as her sister flopped to the ground and became utterly motionless. She didn't join her sister in sleep right away, instead choosing to gnaw on any body parts she could reach (oftentimes snagging her own foot by mistake), whimpering happily and leaving drool everywhere all the while.

Eventually, all the sucking and chewing did have the expected effect on the young babe. With Ty's ear still in her mouth, her head began to droop and she slid sideways off her. When she bumped against the floor, she roused again long enough to flop over onto her back with her head propped atop her sister's form. Then, Osprey Jr. sighed and slipped deep into sleep.