(Here we go guys...not as hard as I thought I guess...) ~ Cali ~ Female ~ Harpy Eagle ~ Soldier ~My claws dug deep into the soft wood of my perch, my eyes searching for any possibility of weakness. My pray a small bundle of large rats and mice. My wings folded in a perfect arrow, the tips only just over lapping. I went to leap at the oppurtunity when a fox launched itself at them. I screeched in anger. "You fool!" Beating my large dull, grey wings I lifted myself aloft and dove down pinpointing the fox exactly. My talons, unfurled neatly and clucthed the fox's back. My feathers, muffled the sound of it's screams and cries as my claws dug deeper into it's spine. Blood oozing from the wounds as I dropped it. The fox was still breatheing, but it wouldn't live the night. Landing back on my perch, I waited once more. The mice would not come back for hours if they had the choice. "This is buzzard work...." I mutter under my breathe. ~ Butch ~ Male ~ Eagle Owl ~ Leader Of The Striga ~I sighed, my flock was small, just me and another bird. "Where are the females?" I had always wondered, I had always heard there may be one flying about as a free flier. Though some times I have wondered what the other flock is doing. I would send a scout but that would leave me alone. Sighing again, "Will we need to join forces with the Falkon?" Shaking my large head, I fluttered to the edge of my nest, I had built it a couple of weeks ago just to settle in, take off, soaring silently down behind my only member, Mathius. "You bird..." I boomed, "Go scout the Falkon lands...how strong are they, how many?!" I stared at him, my eyes locked onto his every move. "What are you waiting for?" I asked. ~ Charlie ~ Male ~ Common Barn Owl ~ Free Flier ~My wings hedl strong as I soared above the alnds, heading back to ym roost, after a long night. My stomach was full and I no longer had the case of the rumblies. I chuckled to myself, "They will never have heard that one before..." I smile as I land, my wings folding back in an untidy fashion but got there in the end. Hopping down, my little tree hollow was mine all mine. I loved it, old feathers, moss and of course grass. There was plenty of prey and I didn't have to share. "How cool is that? Not having to share???" I laughed hard, "Why am I talking to myself?" I had always wondered this. maybe it was because I was alone most of my days.