02-25-2020, 06:06 PM
Emergence. The beginning.
From the depths of the dark, Atticus arose. Every sense was new to him, yet genetically predestined. As the kitten floated to the floor with a squeak, the new sounds of his siblings filled his ears. Unknown forces pulled him forward, blindly navigating him towards his mother's side. A mewl of protest rang out from the small grey tabby. Every push and shove of his kin alike caused him pre-destined frustration. The newborn kitten managed to eventually dig himself into a corner on his mother's stomach. He yearned for her attention.
Tiny paws would bring themselves up onto her chest, searching around for any source of nutrient. With every rustle of Moth's heavy breathing, Atticus would lose his balance and restart over again. Eventually, the tabby found himself latching on. Soon enough, he was suckling away. His almost non-existent muscles upon his body relaxed. Large pointed ears, similar to his grandfather's, pinned to the back of his striped head. The moment was serene.
Something was not right though. Atticus knew nothing of the troubles that his mother and father were about to face. All he cared about was the present.
From the depths of the dark, Atticus arose. Every sense was new to him, yet genetically predestined. As the kitten floated to the floor with a squeak, the new sounds of his siblings filled his ears. Unknown forces pulled him forward, blindly navigating him towards his mother's side. A mewl of protest rang out from the small grey tabby. Every push and shove of his kin alike caused him pre-destined frustration. The newborn kitten managed to eventually dig himself into a corner on his mother's stomach. He yearned for her attention.
Tiny paws would bring themselves up onto her chest, searching around for any source of nutrient. With every rustle of Moth's heavy breathing, Atticus would lose his balance and restart over again. Eventually, the tabby found himself latching on. Soon enough, he was suckling away. His almost non-existent muscles upon his body relaxed. Large pointed ears, similar to his grandfather's, pinned to the back of his striped head. The moment was serene.
Something was not right though. Atticus knew nothing of the troubles that his mother and father were about to face. All he cared about was the present.
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
atticus — former pittian — they're nothing but unstable