Blackfeather Woods Stars fell from the sky

It was warm and wet. Cosy amongst his siblings. A memory he would never recall. 
It all happened so quickly - the coldness that hit him; the warm but rough touch that animated his body. He opened his mouth, emitting a piercing noise and thrusting his forepaws forward to find nourishment. 

This world would be nice and cruel to him. A world where he would learn quickly and grow to find power and cast influence amongst his peers. 

Rowan was pushed to his mother's belly, quickly latching on and pushing to suckle his fill. It was all he knew for now, and for some time. It was good. Soon, he'd feel the bodies of his siblings pressed against him too and be oblivious that there was one who didn't make it.