Take these broken wings and learn to fly
The little lives- or rather life, as Lenae had started to suspect- inside of her just didn't want to keep still. Paws pressed against her ribs as she huffed and puffed, tossed and turned throughout the night in the shelter of her own little den. It was only in the early hours of the morning that the discomfort faded, quickly replaced by something far far worse. At first it was nothing more than a twinge, so slight she didn't even wince. But in time it grew sharper, more prominent- painful. A pathetic little whine slipped from her as she struggled up into sitting position, there was no denying it. It was time.
She didn't- she didn't know what to do. Lenae understood the process in theory (she was silly but not a fool) but there was far more to it than that. The thought of doing it alone, struggling in the dark without even the stars to keep her company, terrified her. Panic seized her heart as she scrambled to her paws, only for her legs to wobble and collapse beneath her. There was no running from this, her body would not allow it.So she settled down, gently this time as she closed her eyes and willed that it would all be over soon.
Alas, it was not to be.
Her sides heaved as yet another wave of pain bore down on her, so heavy she could barely breathe. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as the smell of blood lingered in the air, as though her den was the scene of a massacre rather than the miracle of life. She imagined it all to be so wonderful and shining, but all she saw was darkness, a sordid beginning to the new chapter of her life.