Dragoncrest Cliffs mwen chante kè ou

Oblivious to the grief of his mother, Tousaint knew and valued only his own needs and wants and thus far, they had been simple and few. He knew he wanted warmth when he felt cold, and food when his belly was empty. More often than not, both were readily available from the one who smelled like home. 

He was beginning to become aware that something called “discomfort” existed, and was beginning to happen more and more frequently. Whether he simply hadn’t noticed it before, or if it really was increasing was unknown to him, but it stemmed most often from the movement of others around him. When one moved, he knew now that he could expect any manner of punishments- a paw to the nose, a claw to his little folded ears, ab elbow to his plush sides. So when he felt his siblings beginning to move, he fussed. 

He mewled and began to crawl away from the sprawling limbs of his siblings, and closer to his mother. Once he found a place that was both warm and still, he would curl up there and hope he would not be disturbed again.