- May 1, 2021
A bundle of pitch black fur decorated with a pair of pale grassy green eyes was finally - finally - at long last making his way towards bright light. Behind the kit trailed the scent of the nusery, the safe space, the haven where his mummy and brothers slept. Sometimes they would leave through the hole they called the entrance; why, the soot-furred kit did not know and hadn't really wanted to know.
Until now. A constant hum that could be heard from the entrance, voices of many cats, many many strangers, had become the background buzz to lull him into sleep, snuggled warmly up against his littermates. But today, today he had told himself that he wanted to know what was outside - who were outside - and maybe see what intrigued his brothers so.
Black fur stuck up in every direction as the tiny kit peeked out into the hollow. Oh, it was huge! Green eyes squinted as unfamiliar light beamed down upon his small head and he took a deep breath. Suddenly flooded with thousands of scents, an overwhelmingly large amount of smells: of heather and moss and grass and trees and, and... oh, he did not know what to make of it! Tiny paws would take an uncertain step forward only to feel disoriented; the world swirled and swirled around and faces - so many unknown faces! - seemed to look down at him with expressions he could not comprehend.
The small kit would fall flat on his rump, barely a mouse-tail away from the nursery and shut his eyes from the busy camp; for had Berrykit not once said something about being unseen if you kept your eyes closed?