Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

He was awakened by the absence of his siblings and the being who fed them. Startled at this revelation, the by shot up, his eyes narrowing and widening as he struggled to comprehend the lack of spaces that formerly took up the den. Then, the fright came to him. He did not want to be without his mother, without the figure that had taken care of them since his memory could grasp. A mew escaped his mouth, and he shivered at the sound, and the blur of tears met his eyes. Thankfully, with much difficulty did he notice the figure of another lump sitting by the exit of the den, signalling to him that at least; he was not alone. 

But he wanted his mother.

With as much effort as he could, he shoved his way past his younger sibling, a cry escaping his mouth at the same time as his legs moved hurriedly in a wayward line towards the looming yet familiar figure of his mother. As he did, his mouth and tiny teeth grasped the ankle of his mother's hind leg, furiously biting as if never to let go. He didn't want to let go. This was his mother and he would never be separated from her again.