Blackfeather Woods we roam under a sky full of stars

Some time ago her ears had perked up, the blessing of hearing how awesome she and her less interesting siblings sounded having been bestowed upon the little girl. Often she cried just to hear her own voice and to impress all the blobs around her with her "powerful" roars. sleepy it made her, but she would never give up- she would cry until she'd get the loving touch of the being that had brought her into this cold, annoying world that she would one day shape into something she liked. Her dreams took her places her physical body could not go- so she was very annoyed and shocked as mother's voice woke her- her beckoning triggering something in the young being; she needed to be the first one out.

Scampering up and about, she zigzagged between mother's paws as they left the dark place they had spent their greatest moments on earth. Big, blue eyes looked around- the early morning sun making the green of the woods more lifelike and amazing for her bad eyesight. The blobs were prettier this way, and they passed her vision of a perfect world. One ear swiveled to mother as she spoke- and as if understanding what had actually been said, she "shot" forward- her "amazing speed" bringing her ahead of her mother.