The first notice I have when I came from the womb was....
It is cold,so very cold.
I once thought I would always hate the cold.

I am Goldie, my mother has a rather odd name.
Cloudytail.
What kind of name is that?

Odd, that is my first thoughts.
Nothing about food or the warmth of my mother.
It is cold, mother is always hunting.

Always.

The only warmth came from a dog.
A dog.
Its, its strange.

Something always seemed to be watching over me even after that dog was gone, long lost in memory.

Forgotten.