Dragoncrest Cliffs Take Me Back.

All of the jostling and jousting had disturbed Tousaint from his slumber and while he'd tried to simply ignore it, it'd persisted for long enough that he felt he had to do something about it. He'd shift one way and then another, only to find it almost impossible to be somewhere that allowed him to exist in peace. The shrill complaints of his siblings made him wish he could hear nothing, and he tried to cover his little ears with his paws, only to find his legs were a bit too short. 

He burrowed his face into his mother's belly, only to get kicked in the shoulder by an errant paw. He squealed, frustrated with his siblings for being so rowdy, and aimed a nip at nothing in particular, more to express himself than anything. He didn't want to surrender his place at his mother's side, but with all the wiggling Thibault was doing, it seemed like it might soon become the better option.