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it was too hot, and white-blob had just kicked him in the head.

life in the den was the pits. now that cam had the glorious gift of sight and smell—limited, but still!—his world in here was growing much too small. he dreamt of worlds far bigger and wondered whether he had been unfortunately born into one so tiny or if there was more to it, here. the light that shone through gave him the idea that perhaps there was more.

every time he tried to get closer to the light, though, mum-shadow seized him back. his ever-vigilant prison warden. hmmmph. what would it take—bribery? flattery? none of that, actually; he got his chance when he rolled away, and noticed she didn't go after him right away. she lay still, as did the other two.

sneaky. hehehe.

as furtively as his roly-poly body could allow, cam began to wiggle toward the light, paler today than it had been before. slowly, his eyes adjusted, adjusted more, until everything was not so overwhelming and it was more drab than anything but then—

oh! oh, it was too much! he was caught between rapt euphoria and terror, jaw agape as he stared at all the nameless colors and shapes and forms around him, the feeling of new terrain under his paws. he made quiet little noises, but didn't wail quite yet; he was stunned into silence because—because!!

there was so much to see! what were you supposed to look at, anyway?!