Rogue
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It was time, at long last. The as yet nameless child hadn't known quite what he had been waiting for, for the entirety of his short life, but this was clearly it. How exciting! Had he possessed the ability to giggle at this stage, he would have done so gleefully. As it was, he simply wriggled a little in his mother's womb; certainly not helping with the violent contractions she was suffering.
As much as the patchwork creature had tried to rush forth and push his way out into the world first, he had been entirely unsuccessful. In fact, not only did a much stronger infant push ahead of him, but somehow so too did a lifeless one. Of course, he wasn't currently aware of that fact. Fortunate indeed, for had he been, it would have soundly ruined his good mood.
At least he did manage to push ahead of the littlest survivor and the last two stillborns though, so that was something. The wet swipe of tongue over his back made the young creature squeal with shock, but he was soon distracted by the promise of a full belly, and wriggled towards the warm furry thing, latching on to a teat and beginning to suckle. It was a shame that the newborn wasn’t aware of the unfortunate fate of his stillborn siblings; for if he had known, it surely would have made him cackle with glee.