Redhawk Caldera we sleep until the sun goes down.

Sibbies or papa or maybe aunty or uncle plz :)

The first few days of Liffey's life had been entirely uneventful, not that there was truly much to expect at this point. The squishy lump that was her heater/feeding trough moved very rarely save for the shallow but constant rise and fall of her sides as she breathed. Otherwise there was the periodic globe that came down from the heavens to clean her and shift her this way and that whenever she began to fuss, but that was really all the excitement she got from the world.

Oh, and there were those other little beans that periodically thwapped her or tried to bulldoze her. But Liffey was only ever aware of them on rare occasions, for she was far more intent on sleeping and recovering herself than trying to hold anything as unneccessary as "oh I have siblings" in her feeble little brain. They did not feed her. They did not clean her. They barely even provided any additional warmth - not that she was ever wanting for me. They were really only ever a nuisance, so she didn't give them the very minimal space she had in her yet-to-develop memory.

The big thing was sleeping again when Liffey finished tugging at a teet to feed. For once, the little girl did not immediately pass out again as she was wont to do. Instead, a teensy glimmer of personality decided to make itself known that day and she wriggled in place, moving her paws to knead at the earth until she had turned away from the trough to face the unknown.

She regretted it immediately, and showed it by promptly squalling and flapping her limbs uselessly as the dirt while her twitchy little head shifted to and fro.