Redhawk Caldera Neverland

ooc: 1, 2, 3, 4 .... 8, 9, 10! Eyes open? I guess? :D

Life had been pretty uneventful as of late - a little more than a week had passed, since the smallest cub of the litter had arrived in this world and learned the simple rules of existance. Eat, seek warmth, sleep and dream. However, if the dreams about the stars and outer space had been very vivid in the beginning then now every day a piece of these memories were lost, giving place to visions, wrapped in darkness - more felt than actually seen. 

Today the things were to change, because, just when his father licked him on the head, he squealed in protest for such a rude awakening, then fell silent. Eyes open to narrow slits and the tiny mouth agape - his very first gaze of the world was turned to the den's ceiling.