"I was taken from my mother and father as soon as I was old enough to chew food, and the two legs locked me and my litter mates in a metal nest, then they put us in a twoleg monster and gave us to a twoleg that smelled of crow food, and he put us in a burlap bag and threw us in the river. I can swim stronger than my litter mates could, so I clawed a hole in the bag and swam for the river bank. My litter mates all drowned, and I'm so hungry and tired I wish I had too." the tired, bedraggled kit said. She was so utterly exhausted that her mumbling was barely audible, and she was swaying on her paws. Her clear, orange eyes were quickly becoming clouded, and she just wanted to give into the darkness and rest.
