You open you little eyes to find you were now in a warm, cozy den with fresh moss lining. You could smell your mother's sweet, pinewood scent and you quickly nuzzled your head in her long, black and white fur. A soft purr could be heard as she murmured unheard words to you. Her birth process was very struggled and complicated, almost costing the whole litter and her life, but now.. you were the only kit out of a litter of three who had survived.. You greeted your mothers purrs and murmurs with more soft mews, suckled gently on her stomach