[align=center][size=8][sup]the black and white pygmy goat, born but two days ago, had originally been following his herd yet had been separated in a mini storm when he'd slipped to the edge of the group and then stumbled in the wrong direction. his small cries had not been heard over the wail of the wind, nonsensical and pleading, and had then succumbed to the quiet, trotting around uselessly in an attempt to relocate his mother. in his desperation he'd almost lost his life, trying to follow a lynx around until it attacked him, but he'd quickly scarpered and hid in a tiny hole; no more lynxes, then, he took it.
now however he was just padding through skyclan territory, destination and location both unknown. maybe his mother was around somewhere?