It was supposed to be a peaceful nursing time, but baby Lynx had other plans. Curled warmly in Luna’s arms, his tiny paws kneading against her fur, he was enjoying every sweet drop of milk with closed eyes and soft purrs. This was his favorite moment of the day — nothing could disturb him… or so he thought.
Suddenly, Luna shifted her posture. With a quick movement, she pulled him gently away from her belly, ending his precious feeding session. Baby Lynx froze in disbelief, his little face scrunching up in shock. How could she? His warm, safe world had just been interrupted without warning.
A second later, the quiet moment exploded into chaos. Lynx threw his head back and let out the loudest, most dramatic yell his tiny lungs could manage. His sharp cries echoed across the space, clearly telling everyone, “I wasn’t finished!” His tiny tail twitched furiously, and his paws reached out toward Luna, desperately trying to grab back his place.
Luna, ever the calm mother, simply looked at him with her gentle eyes, trying to reassure him. She softly groomed the top of his head as if to say, “You’ve had enough for now, little one.” But Lynx wasn’t buying it — his protests only grew louder. He wriggled, kicked, and kept his mouth open in a full-on baby rant, demanding a return to the milk bar immediately.
Eventually, realizing that Luna wasn’t changing her mind, Lynx gave one last dramatic squeal before slumping against her chest. Still grumbling under his breath, he nestled back into her warmth, comforted by her scent even if his stomach wished for more.
The battle for milk might have been lost, but in Lynx’s mind, the war was far from over.
