Dark.
So dark.
And it's so cold but it's too dark for me to care.
There's no stars shining
It's like an ebony void.
But I know that I'm not falling.
My claws are clutching solid ground.
Even though it's dark.
The chill is seeping into my tiny kit bones.
I'm shivering, shuddering, preparing to freeze.
I no longer have a mom to warm me.
After all, she ran away.
My heart is bitter for she left me all alone.
A young, tiny kit faring by herself in the terrible world.
How am I to live through this cold world?
