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?