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Tommy shivered, feeling cold, he was warm a few seconds ago. Suddenly, he startled awake, eyes widening in awe at his new surroundings. It was cold, very cold.
Tommy looks around just to see white. He whines a bit, hoping for someone to hear his cries, he doesn't like this, he doesn't like being alone.
Family. Nest. Love.
He slowly got up on his small feet, shaking his hands covered in the white as he started wobbling wherever his body told him. Small sneezes as snowflakes land on his nose; they sting a bit.
Tommy grabs his tail and pulls it closer for warmth as a cold wind passes by. Nothing but an over-sized red baseball shirt is covering him, the fabric thin.
He wants to go home. Where is home? Family? His tiny brain can't comprehend anything right now.
Without noticing the rock in front of him, he trips and falls forward, tumbling, but that ends as he comes to a stop. Coughing and shivering on the cold ground, white covers his now wet shirt.
He looks up after seconds go by, tears well up in his eyes, he wants his dad and brothers. Tommy sniffles, rubbing his eyes and looking up, before screeching as loud as he can, someone, anyone.
A dark shadow quickly looms over him, the shadow just stares but they smell familiar. The smell of home and feathers, like his father's nest, just like his father. Or maybe a friend of his father?
Tommy babbled and tried standing before making grabby hands. He needs someone, even if they aren't his family.
Little did he know, that is his father, which is great. Although, the blown pupils of Phil are not so great, especially the dark gaze accompanying it. Oh boy, here we go.