Crying Lightning

Tyranis had acquired an unusual habit of waking up just before the first light of dawn; when the sky was tinted a beautiful shade of lavender and the crickets still chirped their songs.  Usually he would enjoy this time alone or rather, time spent without his sisters meddling in some way. He would have preferred company, but the adults were usually still asleep, still, it was a shame to enjoy such a beautiful sight as a full sunrise alone. He turned his head to look back in the den his mother and siblings shared, and an idea struck him. Cloud wasn’t like his sisters, he wasn’t always making mother worry or trying to hog attention from the adults, Cloud was quiet and reserved, and Tyranis liked that quite a bit. Careful to avoid stepping on any of his sisters or their mother the little lightning bolt wobbled his way toward his ebony and ivory brother and tapped him lightly on the shoulder with one of his too-large paws. “Hey Cloud.” He whispered, careful to keep his voice down so none of his “dumb” sisters could intrude or try to “Tag along” which as far as Tyranis was concerned, only meant slow him- and possibly Cloud- down. “Wanna watch the sun come up with me?” He asked, crouching to whisper in his brother’s black ear.

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