The Sunspire Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again (Birthing Thread)

Little regard was given to the mess she just made on herself, the fact she couldn't see it, or was unaware of the fact it wasn't normal let her focus more on the sudden wail beside her and the strange scent that came suddenly arrived. The familiar sound of what she was slowly determining as the warm food thing spoke again overhead. It was comforting but still lost on the fantôme.

Then without warning something happened, a sudden warm breathe ran over the tiny form followed by the rough drag of something think and squishy rolling the tiny form about. The runt let out a flurry of squeals and cries. Something strange was happening, unfamiliar and unwanted. Cries and yells erupted from her tiny form, doing her best to get away from the attack. Scrambling, she assumed, toward her matron. Before long she was nudged into the warm fur. The high-pitched yelps continued as she buried herself against the fur as best she could.

Whatever just happened, she wanted no part of it. Had she any idea of personal space, she'd certainly feel rather violated at the moment.