a star is born {or four}
08-13-2014, 02:28 PM
The world he had come to get used to would be suddenly pulled away within seconds. It would become cramped, and he would be pulled away from the warmth. Tighter and tighter the world became till finally he had all the room he wanted, but with it came the loss of warmth. With the sack around him cleared and the touch of something warm, he would squirm, little paws moving back and forth, head going from the left then to the right with a small whine. He was being moved and so he would instinctively go limp, feeling the world beneath him drag along his feet till finally he was released against a mass. Paws moved up, gently kneading at his mother's belly, mouth being guided to his first meal. And so, his life offically began. "speech. thought. you." |
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