Outside of the dark, cool, strangely quiet world the small, blind, deaf kit called her home, she heard muffled voices and loud, seemingly angry sounds as the fleshy walls closed in around her tightly. Her home seemed to rumble terrifyingly, thundering like the loudest heartbeat as a frighteningly strong force pushed her out toward…something. All at once, the kit's small body sparked with a sense of urgency and anticipation. What were these strong, relentless, rhythmic pluses pushing her toward? Was she the reason the creature above her was letting out such loud, pained and angry sounds? The though saddened the kit, she didn't want to be born—the word sprang to her mind suddenly and she decided it must be the name for the strange phenomena that was happening to her—to a mother that hated her.
A weak light appeared from the end of the long, warm, wet tunnel she was traveling down and as she got closer she heard voices.
"….one more push, honey…" A low, smoothing, rumble.
"…doing amazing….so proud of you, baby." A soft, light voice.
Before the kit knew it, she was in strong, warm, gentle arms amidst a warm, light, happy, overpowering feeling.
Love. The word came to her as naturally and effortlessly as the first one did.
The kit blinked hard, opening her sealed eyes. She imminently regretted her decision with a small speak of surprise as she snapped her eyes shut. She excepted the world to be bright but not that bright.
"Aw." A voice cooed softly from somewhere above her, soft with sadness but reassuring as a large hand covered her head like a warm, thick blanket. Its owner stroked her head softly with its thumb causing her to let out a happy purr, tiny, pale pink lips lifted as her tail twitched.
"Oh, baby's first smile!" The voice announced happily.
"And purr." The deep, comforting, rumbling voice pointed out.
"And purr?" The first voice echoed in confusion before the kit felt a small, delicate hand cover where the sound was coming from.
"Oh, she is purring!" The voice proclaimed excitedly, a fondness in its tone. The kit re-opened her eyes, this time more slowly. After blinking, the breath-taking scenery came into focus. All around her was lush, green grass—so bright it was almost neon—that seemed to stretch on forever, above her was a clear, bright endless blue sky and tall, majestic purplish-blue mountains. Some disappearing into that bright, clear blue sky while others were topped with an odd, bright white, powdery substance.
Directly above the tiny kit saw the most beautiful Neko she'd ever seen. She had long, tied, black hair, pale gray ears tipped in white and a pale, shining green gaze.
"Aw, she's adorable. My adorable little angel!" The kit was hugged tightly as the Neko—her mommy, she realized in a earth-shattering, jarring moment that left her feeling a bit dizzy—cooed over her.
Palestar looked over her prefect daughter, finally in her arms, safe and sound at last. Her daughter had dark brown hair, soft white ears tipped in brown so dark it was almost black, and a matching tail.
'I hope she gets her Daddy's eyes.' Palestar though, imagining her cute, precious daughter with her mate, Darkmask's, intense, deep, dark brown eyes.
"What do you want to name her, beautiful?" Darkmask asked, the tall, dark-haired, dark-furred man's rumbling like dangerous, thrilling faraway thunder.
A name came to her as a cool, refreshing breeze blew and with it, as if spurring her on, were memories of her oldest friend.
"Spiritkit."