Redhawk Caldera Fuzzy Trouble-butts

Belly fat with milk, the darkest of the Firebirds was sound asleep, tucked snugly between her mother's soft body and some random combination of siblings. Dreams danced in the shadows of her undeveloped mind, vague and indistinct echoes of a distant past that made no sense to her and wouldn't for a very long time. Now and then, she twitched and uttered soft, faint little growls and whines in her sleep, but otherwise showed no signs of distress or unrest.

...That is, until her flame-kissed sister trampled over her like a freaking buffalo.

The little blackbird awakened with a jolt, an indignant growl bubbling from her tiny maw as she rolled over onto her side. Without any sense of direction and zero coordination whatsoever, she could only fumble and flail about. Shakily, she pulled herself across the den floor in no particular direction, unwittingly moving toward her clumsy bison of a sister and the strange visitor who had come to see them.