Blackfeather Woods But somethin' about me is makin' 'em jealous

Orange! The blurred colour was the first of it's kind in the girls eyes, and the splash of vibrancy in the muted tones of the den excited her. She waddled as fast as possible toward it, intent fully on crashing into it. High pitched squeals accompanied her journey, however, she miscalculated and slammed into the side of her mother instead. She gave an indignant squeak, before twirling and searching for the fun coloured lump again. Sister, she would be known as.