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Volcanic had never known anything but darkness with faint white shimmers of life permeating his otherwise black existence. Even now at the middle of the day he found himself stumbling both by his poor vision and his toddling body as he ventured past his family’s den. He had wanted to go to the ship his littermate had told him it was the biggest thing to ever exist; bigger than the biggest tree and larger than 12 times their den. To him it certainly sounded like the biggest thing to ever exist, but to get there he needed to cross a field of ice.

He put one red paw down on the frozen ground, testing his weight and feeling his way forward, all he could see was a faint glimmer of something that looked roughly like a rock with no clear way of determining how far away it was. His eyes caught nothing either around nor ahead of him, telling him that there was nothing but an endless stretch of distance ahead of him, with no cover for his scarlet fur. If an eagle saw him which was a very likely possibility, he would be snatched up in an instant and be carried away to be dashed against the rocks. His brother Tornadic told him that’s what would happen to him after all, and he had never doubted it for an instant. He sat back on his haunches, his little body quivering in the cold and looked with longing at the rock formation ahead of him. He snuffed miserably, it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t run or see the ship or any cover that there might have been in case of an eagle attack. His dad had said his grandmother had been blind and had never let it hold her back, but he wasn’t his grandmother. He gave a low irritable growl and swatted at the ice in front of him, sulking and generally being angry at the world.

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