Blackfeather Woods tonight, we are young

Her siblings. Later to be known as sister,  and brother, they were little to her now but small points of warmth in the cold world. They made noise, not heard but felt. A small form was beside her, another somewhere,  but she didn't care. She liked upside down,  it was a fun feeling. To make it even better, she begun to scream. She liked the feeling of screaming, screeching, and did it at random for no apperently reason. Her paws waved above her as she let out a whole symphony of fun screeching sounds, staying near to her brother and mother for the satisfying warmth that came with them. Unaware of the minor tantrum her sister was having, she simply continued making noise.