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Whisper~~

I began my flight this morning. Only two days until I need to be there. Crows are awesome. I'll never be late. I already scared three vultures away, all by myself! That roadkill was deee-licious. I also succeded in annoying some finches, pestering a snake, and shrieking into a sleeping owl's domain! It's so much fun being a crow.

My calculating eyes peer over the ground. I'm flying over a meadow. I can see where a hawk crouches in a tree, eyes intent on a vole scurrying on the ground.

After thinking about landing here, I carefully comb the area to be sure of safety. Sure enough, I see the vengeful owl flapping closer in the distance. I can tell he's the same owl I annoyed earlier; his face is that same shade of grey. Haha, he was going to wait until I landed to attack me. I'll show him.

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I alight on the branch of a tree that borders the meadow. The owl swivels his head to my direction. Carefully, I inch towards the edge of my limb. The owl swoops closer, flying faster. I can tell he's tired. Phew, he must be pretty set on vengeance to come out during the day!!! Good thing I surveyed the area, or I'd be dead meat!

I, being the light-weight crow that I am, gently hop onto the rotten limb in front of me. Mr. Owl does the same, opening his mouth to haughtily scold me. All I do is wave my tail feather "Bye-Bye!" Alarm in his eyes, he plummets to the ground, wings whacking on the branches.

"Just doing my job, dude!" I caw, flying off. "It's all in my nature."

Two more days until my destiny is revealed. I hope it includes annoying people and setting traps. That's what I'm good at. 

@Coco- We are full. I don't feel up to making any more allowances but if you make a good enough charrie I may change my mind.

^Elissa^

One. More. Day. The thought circles my head as I pace my den, waiting for the day to pass. I shake my head to clear it, but the persistent thought does not go away. In frustration, I growl. The growl rumbles into a full-blown snow leopard-roar. After I get the roar, out, I feel a little better. The thought still buzzes slightly in my mind, but less forcefully. I soon drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep. . . . 

Starsinger~

One more day, and I'm still stuck in this stupid forest. If I have any luck, there'll be some sort of magic leading me out of Wintergreen. But I don't have any luck, so there's no magic.

As I sniff curiously through some leaves, I notice something strange. About a foot away from my paw is a line of bare ground. The world is buried in six feet of snow, except for this threadline of open earth. I follow it. It stretches on for miles. I sort of go into a trance, just walking and keeping my eyes on the trail. 

After what seems like hours, I feel suddenly blinded. Startled, I blink.

I'm in open ground. Boulders poke out of the snowy ground here and there, the eye abhingly blue sky welcoming me. I turn back to the forest, but the trail is gone.

"Thank you," I whisper. Then I grin and roar, leaping from boulder to boulder until I'm on the one at the very edge of a cliff. "Outlook Rock," I murmur. Then my voice rises at the sight of the world that I've been hidden from for so long. "I'm free at last! Let everybody here my cry! I'm free, and if you're my enemy, nothing can save you now!" Singing a song of joy, I bound towards the destination and destiny.   

Whoa, TARDIS, you really cut to the point there. Fellow Animal RPers: Keep in mind that Outlook Rock is more like a cliff/mountain that's the center of all the diverse biomes (sadly, no desert) together. For most animals, it's a pretty long journey, maybe 75% of a day. As I always seem to say. Good luck.

Cho- An idea for your post is to describe Fere's journey to Outlook Rock, and what she encounters. That would be interesting.

Burr~

I couldn't stand waiting, so I traveled quickly, hoping for a sort of early bird special, like, "the ones who arrive early hear more of their destiny." Now, just for the fun of it, I lower my head and charge through the forest. I roar, but the roar is full of elation. Man, I love this! 

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Finally. This is it! Outlook rock! Even by my standards, it is an incredibly beautiful natural wonder. An enormous cliff, where wetland, prairie, normal forest, pine forest, and jungle meet. The interlocking of ecosytems far above my head is wonderful. I find the base of the cliff and bound up it. When I arrive at the top, panting slightly, I spot a brilliant panther. Shoot! I wanted to be the first one there. Never one to shy away from conversation, I scoot over to her. "Hello!" I say. "Hi," she replies icily. I get the feeling she wishes I wasn't there.

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Sorry if I made mistakes with dialogue and grammar used after dialogue. I know it's really offensive to some oldies, who dislike newbies because of our "crowding up the CB with improper grammar." (Not a direct quote, just general feeling.)

TARDISrider: It's okay, just hold off your posting a little until I make my next.

Feré ~ I don't know how I'm supposed to get to Outlook rock, but I can hear something calling me. I shake my head, growling. Get a grip girl! I decided a long time ago that magic didn't exist. But instinct? That's real. That's not fantasy. A prickle runs down my spine. A strong scent, almost like freshprey, tickles my nose gently. 

Must. Follow. Scent. I shake my head again. Lions must have recently killed some antelopeprey. My favorite. My stomach growls. I haven't had a decent meal in a long time. No. I must resist. Our I'll be killed like- "No!" I shriek.

Another scent hits my nose. It smells like rottenprey. My stomach churns, obviously revolted by the smell. I know which way I have to go. But it's not an easy choice. At least, my stomach doesn't think so. But if I pick wrong, then I'll die, and there will be no more second chances for the Swiftspots. I have to!

I jump off of my branch, running towards the rottenprey smell. My stomach starts threatening to heave up the little food there is inside of it. I stop, listening to a faint sound, almost like the music I once heard a Nospots sing. It sounds like it has the same growls. I start walking towards it.

I can hear it! "If there's a price for rotten judgement . . " It fades away. I bark, hoping to make it come back. The only way I'll make it come back is if I follow it! No. I MUST stay on track.

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To be continued!