Reedpaw.
Me.
Best friends since
before we knew
we were
littermates.
She's the
crazy
popular
kind.
I'm the
quiet
loner
kind.
Yet,
she still finds a way to
l o v e
m e.
When I was young,
she would call me
Spark.
Short for Sparkkit.
That was
my name.
Shellstar
changed it.
Said I didn't
'suit the name'.
I hate my name.
Reedpaw likes it.
But deep down,
I know that
she didn't
want my name to be
changed.
Change is
bad.
For me,
at least.
She doesn't
call me
anything
now.
She just
talks.
T a l k i n g
T o
A i r.
I've always wanted
to float
on the ocean
like a
feather.
So I am.
Reedpaw is
l e t t i n g
m e
g
o
l
i
t
t
e
b
y
l
i
t
t
e
no matter
how much
it costs.
Or how much
it
hurts.
YOU ARE READING
Feathers {Story by Briar}
Short StoryF E A T H E R S Have a way of making everything seem so perfect But are never perfect themselves. Time stops. Hearts race. All is quiet. There is peace hidden within the F E A T H E R S
