Literature
Father
He felt one of his paws twitch, its sensitive hairs brushing against the gritty dirt. He furrowed his brow and stretched the paw out, feeling nothing but the earth. Giving a small mew, he lifted his head and swung it around, searching for the warmth he knew should be there. A pointless gesture however, due his inability to see. He let out another mew, wondering where the comforting scent of his mother was. He unsteadily pushed himself up with his front paws, his forehead had wrinkles from how hard he was furrowing his eyebrows. Panic gripped him for the first time in his short life as he desperately cried out again, the darkness sudd