Golden Glade It's The Eye Of The Tiger, It's The Thrill Of The Fight

Rose had been sleeping, since at her age that was about as much as she could do. She would wake up every now and then give a cry for food or wiggle near to her siblings, but for the most part she slept. So when a faint screech came ringing in her ears, the girl awoke with a startle and slowing, instinctively her eyes opened. It was difficult at first with tiny blobs of goop clinging to the corner of her eyes, but eventually they did open and revealed bright sapphire orbs, jems she would hold forever. 

The light was painful, and after being surrounded by only darkness, it was also a bit frightening. But she adjusted, and after a few cries of fear the girl settled down and began to swing her head from side to side, trying to make out what was around her. She turned to her pale brother, his screams painful for her newly able ears. So she pushed herself against her mother and did her best to bury her face into the soft plush silver fur. This was a nightmare...it had to be.