Redhawk Caldera the hero’s journey

me when i reuse my own writing:

the intensity of the world frightens him!
robinsegg blues could only distinguish the amphorus shapes that entered and exited, but his sister's gallantry encouraged his own. unlike eagle's siblings, eagle was actually not grade-a unadulterated 'wild kratt.'
he chose to indulge in his limited freedoms:
like (A) gnawing on a certain @Crane,
(B) unceremoniously waking up your sister cardinal just as she'd gotten to nap (your poor ... poor put upon mother @Chickadee, elijay jr.—!),
or © farting directly under @Kivaluk's armpit;
so popping open those cute little saucers and taking his first steps was a leap in development.
his sister was trying to back up from his trademark roughousing before se switched the stick and reversed buttfirst out of the den. he loped towards her shape, seeking to save her from the light before it was too late!
instead, he unceremoniously tripped onto her back, saving her from the wined beast that tried to steal her nose. just another day for a hero:
eagle-1 and nature-0.