⋆.˚࿐ through the storm-darkened clouds swoops the majestic eagle, beautiful heterochromic eyes shining as bright as the sun that struggled its way out from behind the strong grip of the clouds. they narrowed in determination as the eagle sped towards the sun, brave and fearless while facing the onslaughts of the thunderstorm; fierce wind failing to throw the mighty bird off course, dodging the lightning strikes skillfully, unaffected by the rain pelting at its splotch-patterned feathers. all the eagle desired was to reach the sun above the storm, reach the peace and serenity of being above the clouds. it beat its wings with strength and courage as it flew closer and closer. almost there...the eagle was so close it could already feel the warmth of the sun's bright beams. it was there! it had done it! and then it was plummeting toward the ground faster than the lightning that threatened to scorch them. letting out a screech, the eagle beat its wings to try to linger up in the sky, but all it did was exhaust the poor bird's muscles as its tiny wings feebly fluttered. it tried to let out another screech as the ground rapidly approached them, but it was nothing but a panicked chirp. and then the ground came to meet it. crashing to the dirt, the bird felt a surge of pain like it had never felt before as its vision went black forever. she wasn't an eagle, giant, fearless, and strong. she was just a little, timid, weak sparrow who couldn't do anything right. who always ended up sprawled on the ground in a pool of blood. ⋆.˚࿐ wishfulkit yelped as she woke up from the dream, ears flattened, mismatched eyes wide as she curled herself deeper into her soft mossy reside, heart pounding, shivering and cowering like the scaredy-sparrow she was. "it was just a dream, mousebrain," she muttered to herself in a low hiss, quiet enough so fulfillmentkit wouldn't be awakened from her deep, restful slumber. was wishfulkit's dream an omen? a message from starclan, declaring everything she already knew, that she was a sparrow disguised as an eagle? that she was a weak and cowardly kit and could never be the strong, fearless warrior she wished to be? seemed a little pointless if you asked her, but nobody ever did such a thing. how would the quietest, weakest, most fearful kit in the whole nursery contribute to a conversation? pure stupidity! wishfulkit was a sparrow disguised as an eagle. a coward who wished to be brave. would she ever overcome her fear and find courage, spreading her wings and taking flight once more, or would she be the broken sparrow, alone and lain to rest in the mud, forevermore until the end of time? ⋆.˚࿐ https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/822760/?page=1#post-8556432 ⋆.˚࿐
