Bearclaw Valley What an eyeopener!

The world was dark, but that was nothing new. Everything had been dark since back when the boy was forced out into the world, and so it came as quite the surprise when the blackness was replaced. In place of what he was familiar with, came a bunch of vibrant colours. It interested the boy, and has his little legs moving and body twitching. It was nothing more than a dream, but to him it felt so real. It was pretty, and he liked how it all looked, but it seemed those around him did not feel the need to let him stay in his dream-filled world. First off, his sister—the one who was always making noise—was being obnoxiously loud. That didn't come as much of a shock to him, but also didn't annoy him any less than it usually did. Then there was the heftiest of the furballs, who sounded like she was up to no good. What really got him, though, was the presence of another body close to his. Xan was still too young to understand that he was related to the females, so he didn't hold back when he discovered one was invading his personal space. He tried to reach out his paw to hit her, though the motion caused something else to happen, too.

Before the boy had even realized it'd happened, his eyes had popped open. It took a moment for them to adjust to seeing, but when they did he was left both amazed and disappointed. Amazed by the obvious, the fact that he was seeing for the first time. Disappointed, however, by the fact that things in the den weren't nearly as vibrant as they'd been in his dream. He let out his squeaks of disapproval, and quickly started to hobble away from the other body who had gotten too close to him. While the little boy could not see his own eyes, those around him would see that they were not dark like his siblings. No, instead, they were a deep red with a pale blue around his pupils—colours caused by the combination of mutated genes. When he is older, he'll love his eyes for how different they were, but for the time being he couldn't care less. He was far too preoccupied with looking around the den to even care about whether or not his eyes appeared different.