Cora’s Climb to the Sky

That evening, Cora stretched, yawned, and padded to the tallest hill.
With a swish of her tail and a leap of pure thought, she stepped into the sky.

She walked on starlight and tiptoed up moonbeams until she reached the cloud.

“Hello,” she said, sitting calmly right in Crackle’s center. “Who are you?!” roared Crackle, spinning.

“Just a cat,” Cora replied, curling her tail. “I thought you might like some company.”

Crackle huffed. Lightning flickered. Cora didn’t flinch. She blinked. “Ever tried purring?”

A Cloud with a New Glow

By the end of the week, the animals below noticed a gentle mist drifting above, glowing softly.

“Crackle?” asked the hedgehog.

Crackle gave a tiny, cheerful rumble and painted a quiet rainbow.

From then on, he was the weather the forest waited for—the one who brought rain when flowers were thirsty and shade when naps were needed.

And every evening, if you looked closely, you’d see a cat-shaped puff resting in his center.

Cora never told anyone what she whispered to Crackle that first night…
But every time a storm chooses stillness, you can thank a clever cat with velvet paws. Because sometimes the wildest things need the calmest hearts to find their quiet.

The End !