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The little black tabby tom wriggled in the nest, trying to get comfortable. He was pressed against somebody's soft and warm fur, and it was comforting. He never wanted to leave it! Everywhere else was far too cold for him! He thrashed his paws around in his attempt to find the coziest spot, and felt a cat who seemed the same size as him.
My littermate, his instincts told him, and he pressed up against the other kit. He'd never leave his side if he could help it! He could already sense their brotherly connection, even if he couldn't even see yet. He'd open his eyes when he was ready. But...Hey!
I'm hungry! Littlekit opened his tiny mouth to let out a mew, but all that came out was a quiet, sort of strangled-sounding squeak. He didn't see anything the matter with this, of course. It was a sound nonetheless, and it would likely get the point across just fine.
Hungry!