[Clover]

He may not have been able to see the faces that surrounded him, but he loved them anyway. He loved the gentle scent of his parents and siblings, the sweet milky aroma that his mother emitted, soft and sugary. His lips were always smiling; for being so young, he seemed already to know that being happy was more important than sulking. His cloudy orange eyes swiveled instinctually towards the sounds around him; for having no sense of vision or light, he had a surprisingly good sense of spatial awareness. The eyes were also lively, too; they shined with emotion and joy despite the dullness that many blind cats carried. Cynetkit's rain-cloud gray pelt, covered with darker swirls, hung tightly against his sides; he was chubby and little, still just a kit.