HELD IN YOUR HAND THE SMOKING GUN / birth + 1k posts

[Seakit Roux.]

SEAKIT ROUX

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health 100% . weak, young . no powers . baby . minor peaceful powerplay allowed

Warmth and pressure was all that the cub knew for most of his life so far but here he found himself, cold and without the pressure he had grown to know. The chunky cub began to squirm, tiny paws attmpting to drag him towards warmth as he gave tiny sounds of distress. His mews were cut off by a yaw, revealing needlesharp teeth that glisten white.

Pushing and shoving against his siblings, he followed the sweet scent that enticed him, headbutting against the warmth he found. A chorus of squeals left the noisy kitten as he began to repeatedly bump against his mother. He felt a pain in his stomach, one he hadn't before experienced and that he for sure did not enjoy. He was cold and he didn't like this new feeling and he was very vocal about that fact.
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