STARDUST (birth)

The first thing he felt, was pressure then an overwhelming sensation of cold. He was pushed violently out of his home, the one place he had been in for the whole entirity of his short life, crammed into a small space as he had grown bigger, when finally a great pressure and he was freezing. A rough texture brushed his fur, pushing him towards an arc of warmth, and he burrowed into it, his instinct taking over as his jaws clasped down on the life sustaining teet that would give him the only thing he needed right now. He wasn't aware of who he was yet, or who his parents were, all that he was aware of was the arc of warmth enveloping him and the squirrming bodies aside him as he fought for milk, and for now, that was all that mattered.

It's time to begin, isn't it?