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Turning Tables [🪽]

In the sprawling meadows of the Tribe Of The Blooming Valley, where the leaves rustled like whispers and the wind carried secrets of the ancestors, two sisters carved their destinies under the watchful gaze of the great stars.

Palm Whisker, the older sister, was a formidable presence, her confidence blossoming into arrogance as bright as the sun filtering through the trees.

In contrast, Scorpion Flight, the smaller, younger sister, was often overlooked, her talents obscured by Palm Whisker's bluster and the continuous shade of her sister's presence.

From the dawn of their kithood, Palm Whisker had claimed the spotlight, eager to bask in the adoration of their tribemates, always exhibiting traits that would soon dominate the landscape of their relationship.

Even as kittens, she would often roughly swat Scorpion Flight aside, dismissing her efforts and pulling pranks that would leave her sister sulking in the corner of their den.

"You'll never be as good as me," Palm Whisker would taunt, her loud and mocking laughter echoing like a sinister, venomous melody in Scorpion Flight's ears.

Green eyes sparkling with mischief, she always found delight in making fun of Scorpion Flight's every slight misstep—be it a poorly executed leap during practice or an unintentional slip of the tongue during clan meetings.

Palm Whisker, confident in her sharp wit and physical prowess, took every opportunity to steal the limelight from her younger sister. Be it the first catch, first won battle, first anything, she always made sure she got the spotlight first.

Palm Whisker became the embodiment of arrogance, basking in the warm glow of praise from the clan while Scorpion Flight lingered in the shadows, every compliment and recognition a sour thorn in her heart.

As the seasons turned, Scorpion Flight honed her skills while enduring her sister's relentless bullying. She trained hard, learning the ways of a warrior, each pounce and leap echoing her resolve.

Yet, no matter how fiercely she practiced, the praise always went to Palm Whisker. Whether it was hunting or scouting, it was always Palm Whisker who returned with glory, accolades shining bright like stars, while Scorpion Flight remained in the shadows.

The tipping point came on the day of the Great Gathering, an event where the four tribes gathered to showcase their prowess and unite under the moonlight.

Scorpion Flight had poured her heart into training for the fierce competition, her agility and cunning evident during the battle and agility trials. As the sun dipped low in the sky, the time to showcase their skills arrived.

Scorpion Flight leapt gracefully from one stone to another, her movements fluid as a creek in spring. For a moment, she was free, the weight of Palm Whisker's mockery lifting with each pounce.

The crowd of the four great tribes cheered for her, their appreciative yowls ringing in her ears, drowning out the self-doubt that had been planted there by her sister over the years. For once, she felt free.

But as the final moments approached, it was Palm Whisker who strolled forward, an arrogant smirk plastered on her face. "Look closely, everyone! I taught Scorpion Flight everything she knows! Can't believe she still hasn't caught up to me!"

Her words, laced with mockery, pierced through Scorpion Flight's heart. Laughter erupted from the crowd as they joined in her older sister's cruel joke, laughing at the once-celebrated warrior who was now being overshadowed once more.

Even though the other tribes barely knew anything about the sisters' horrible relationship, it didn't lessen the sting that Scorpion Flight felt. Her gleaming feathers felt dulled under the weight of her older sister's self-importance.