(Awesome. I've been waiting to do this
Shock overwhelmed her as she breathed in fresh air. A rough tongue rasped over her body. Shinekit's mouth opened, revealing a bright tongue and tiny white fangs. A high-pitched mewl escaped her. This new place was not so warm as it was in her mother. There were drafts, something she had never felt before. The sensation, though strange, was enticing, and she tottered forward. She scented the air, following the warm, rich smells of her mother and milk. She clambered over her brother and sisters, squeakily and unintelligibly abusing them for being in her way. But soon warm liquid filled her mouth and she drank greedily, and perhaps even triumphantly, proud at her small feats of finding nourishment and overcoming obstacles. Her eyes were closed, so she was not burdened by physical appearances. She could not compare herself to her siblings, and so did not know how small she was. She knew that her tiny paws that kneaded her mother's stomach itched to run and explore; her ears strained to hear; her eyes yearned to open and see the world – and she knew that she was strong.
(I know it's a bit dramatic, but I couldn't help it.)
