Blackfeather Woods blood, guts & glory [birth]

There was darkness, and then there was the cold. He shivered as he came into the world but was not sooner later swept up into a comfort he had not felt before. Tiny paws struggled against the overpowering force, searching instinctively for a source of nourishment. But the feeling of other wriggling beside him came sooner than the liquid substance, only when he felt toppled by the weight of other's did the overpowering force bring them close to that was her teats. He latched on to his own, holding it down in his teeth as he suckled without a caution of haste. His appetite was unquenchable, even and the overpowering force shifted and moved, he did not let go. Perhaps his determination was a foretelling of his later character, none would know. 

At long last, his hunger slowed and so did the rate at which he was taking in. Elated, he pressed himself in the crook of the overpowering force, drawing in the warmth it brought. Atshen paid no mind to the other's that surrounded him. All that mattered was what he would soon recognize as his Mother. He cared not for anything else.