Steamkit
I opened my small optics, looking around the nursery to find myself next to my mother, whom was licking my scalp. Standing up slowly, I padded outside and looked around the camp with my blueish which were turning a greenish color. Silently I crawled over to one of the lone stones, which reached pretty high up.
Once reaching the top of the monstrous stone, I looked around the snow covered camp. I giggled, feeling like a warrior at this height, I felt strong and big just like them. Forgetting I was on the rock and not noticing the very thin layer of snow and pebbles, I took a few steps forwards. Looking straight ahead I felt the stone give out of under me, squealing and unable to flip around and pull myself up I slammed side first onto the pebbles with a small crack and thumb mixed. Pain screaming out from my ribs and my arm, causing me to start crying out loudly, small cuts starting to gush blood.