Come out, come out, where ever you are~

 Slowly...slowly his stunning blue eyes would peel open, his body unwinding ever so slightly from the tight ball he found himself in. It was as if he had chosen to take up as little room as possible, curled up close to his siblings. He stretched so slowly, feeling his back straighten from his long night in his little ball. He felt the gentle kill on his head, heard the soothing voice, but for a moment he just laid there. The boy didn't want to move, he just wanted to continue sleeping. At least, that was untill his mind wound around the words his parents spoke, and instantly he felt awake. He moved to stand on long limbs, a small smile on his lips as he lowered his head. Even now, at such a young age, he would be shy, self conscious but oh so gawky. His limbs were long, and his body thin with lack of muscle. Starling could never be a warrior, even if he dreamed to be. He was far too...awkward for the fine dance of fighting. Perhaps he would grow into his body, but there was a chance he wouldn't. With a delightful laugh he bounded over his siblings and out into the sun. It was almost regreted instantly when his paws met the sheer cold of the winter floor...almost, but when his eyes adjusted to the light, he felt his breath taken away. Blue eyes stared out at the lands before him, not moving even as his paws froze and ached in the winter cold, his ears flicking to the new sounds. Starling was nearly stunned into silence, his body frozen as he tried to take in all the world.


"Burn Baby Burn"