Blackfeather Woods We survived a week in the Brotherhood!

Blissfully unaware of the turmoil within his home and his families ban from leaving what he would someday know as a den, the brown lump known as Vassago was still deaf, blind, and totally helpless at a week and two days old. Still, however, in his squirmings he managed to prod and poke everything within reach of his tiny paws.  Though so far a decently quiet child, he liked to push himself away from where he was, to get away and do what HE wanted. 
Alas, he didn't have the tools motor skills or abilities to move on his own, let alone know where he was going, to see or smell anything. @Burke or @Malice always caught him and took him back to the warmth of a lump, smaller and darker than him, @Pyro. It was a lump he knew well, despite a lack of understanding of everything. One day, the word for him would be brother, but all Vassago knew was that this lump of fur had been with him since... Well... Ever. Right? Such a young soul couldn't exactly remember, or even think about remembering for that matter. But a calm sense of familiarity that washed over him at the presence of his littermate was nice, and so usually he took at least a little while to stay beside him before trying again to go off.
This morning was no different than any other, and the little chestnut ball of fluff that was Vassago was again squirming. He searched for milk, rooting around towards Malice's dark belly fur for a nipple he knew would release the warm fluid he needed for survival. He didn't care if he was doing his best to climb OVER his little brothers neck to get to that milk, eyes sealed shut and little paws reaching out for mother. 

Marked as all welcome but Malice is kind of the one who runs who gets to come in. :3 Thought that despite the boys being potatoes for another week or so, we could have a family thread!