The thread https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33866804/comments/#comments-332321929 The roll https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1287976466/#comments-570320885 TW blood and gore methinks Bluey stared at the bird's body. It had given a few weak squawks and hadn't moved yet. He wasn't unfamiliar with death, for Wolfsbanecry had taken him out of the Dark Forest and Deepmaelstrom had long since passed. But why wasn't the eagle moving yet? He blinked, or tried to, the blood seeping into his eyes. The eggshell still lay by his paws. He never felt more ashamed of himself. He was thinking about himself and his identity. He was thinking about his sister Tigerlilypaw. He was thinking about being an apprentice. Could he have prevented the unborn chick's death? He took the eggshells and tucked them behind his tail. Bluey didn't know why he stashed them. But maybe it was to honor the life the chick could've lived And then it hit him. Had Deeomaelstrom ignored his father's request He wouldn't be born either. But he was born. And the chick wasn't. How unfair. ERP
