Post by otulissa on Mar 18, 2013 4:26:21 GMT -6
A little Elf Owl placed the newly polished battleclaws on the stone shelf and checked the niche behind it out of habit. Behind a small moss screen was a pair of rust-red battleclaws. They were hidden becaause they belonged to the Elf Owl. When they were fixed, she tailored them to her own talons in secret.
Owlet 98-3, or Camira, beat her wings and tried to fly once again. She managed to but with no height. Even with her diminuitive size her talons scraped the ground. Sighing, she lit down and picked up her moss ball and set to work on another set of claws. 72-6, a Boreal Owl, dully informed her that she was to report to her pit guardian, Udolf, when she finished her claws. Camira was truly fond of her pit guardian and hurried to finish her claws. Stuffing them on the shelf, she turned to find a Great Horned owl furiously glaring at her.
Racdrops! What did I do now? she thought.
Owlet 98-3, or Camira, beat her wings and tried to fly once again. She managed to but with no height. Even with her diminuitive size her talons scraped the ground. Sighing, she lit down and picked up her moss ball and set to work on another set of claws. 72-6, a Boreal Owl, dully informed her that she was to report to her pit guardian, Udolf, when she finished her claws. Camira was truly fond of her pit guardian and hurried to finish her claws. Stuffing them on the shelf, she turned to find a Great Horned owl furiously glaring at her.
Racdrops! What did I do now? she thought.