primrosekit
DON'T CATCH ME.
She's quietly resting in her nest, coiled up beside her many siblings and tucked in close to her mother. Here, she is happy. Here, she is safe.
Primrosekit is only so young, having never learned what fear is. By default she knows discomfort or upset, but her kin has ensured that her short life has never had such disruption introduced to it. No worry of an empty belly nor a scarred facade. The dark furred kitten exists in her limbo of being entirely content and happy whilst ignorant of the world that imposes itself on her...
... until it doesn't.
Her eyes open on instinct, her head pops up. She's tired, but the world is uncharacteristically bright. She notices that the ground is laden with white puffs... snow? She's heard the words fall off the tongues of others but clearly has not seen it until now. The molly disobeys the boundary of the nursery and leans into the cold wonderland outside. She doesn't like it, but the new experience is enough to shake the chill from her pelt.
Deep shaded eyes flick around the realm, seemingly still and unmoving, until it lands on a body she has never seen before. A behemoth, dark furred lile her, standing sentry centermost to camp. She's drawn to the stranger, however instinctively her heart trembles. She shakes, but not from the cold.
"Hello...?" she greets with a child's softness, impulsive almost.
@Coalstrike