Shinekit slept on. The she-kit couldn't imagine anything else but darkness and confusion. Thoughts of milk, the birthing, and herself creapt throughout her mind as she slept. She was still, only her flank rising and falling. She would grunt and squeal, but nothing more.
The grey kit awoke, darkness surrounding her again. She blindly nuzzled for a teat, not too far away, and clamped on, hungry again. This would go on for weeks, sleeping and suckling, until she would open her eyes, finally getting out of her blind captivity.