The soft rays of the morning sun warm your fur, and cause you to wake up from your hodge-podge of dreams and nightmares. You shift about in your current hidey hole, which is a rather spacious yet very comfortable scrub bush. The sounds of the forest around you are different from what your used to, reminding you that you are far from your home. Nevertheless though, your stomach grumbles, informing you that you can't spend time thinking on your former home. Breakfast is calling you, and its best you answer it.