Redtail Rise LXVI

Tuesday’s Twilight was a rather easy child. At least, compared to her brother, that was. She hardly fussed, mostly seemed to wake, eat, then drop right back into sleep. Nothing seemed to phase her really, no baths, no movement, nothing.

Up until today, when her brother decided to nail her with one of his kicks.

Twilight had been having a wonderful time suckling at her own toes, at her father’s fur, whatever she could reach, when the wind was suddenly knocked out of her. She released a shrill cry, slightly wheezed with the force of an infantile kick to an infantile stomach.

She whipped her head around, rolling onto her side to kick back with all the force afforded to her by being a baby. No matter who she actually kicked, someone would pay.