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Song of Morning Birds was hunting. She had a rabbit in her sight line, and was ready to pounce. Come on, Song, you can do this. Feed your tribe. She emitted a low growl, and the gray rabbit looked up.
The tortiseshell sprang, a bundle of fur hurtling towards the prey. She landed, and the rabbit was instantly dead. Song thanked the rabbit, for providing food, and picked it up in her jaws. She began the trek back to her tribe.
A little ways away, an eagle soared. Song looked up. Don't worry, it's too far away. She shook her head and hurried back. But the eagle had spotted her. Song of Morning Birds panicked. She ran. The eagle glided toward her with ease. A few of her tribe members gasped. Song began to cry as she ran. Run away from the tribe, don't let the eagle get them.
The eagle closed in, its talons outstretched. Song closed her eyes. If this is my destiny, protecting my tribe, then so be it.
The eagle snatched her up, and she could hear her mate, Long Grass that Sways, cry out. I'm so sorry, Long Grass. I love you.
Her brother, Frog that Leaps on Rocks, ran towards her, shouting. Goodbye, Frog. I'll always be with you.
The rabbit dropped from her jaws as the eagle flew higher, and Song decided she had to try and fight back. She twisted around, biting and clawing fruitlessly. But one lucky strike hit the eagle in the chest, and it screeched, and let go. The eagle flew away, wounded. But Song fell to the ground.
Her last thought was one of content. I drove that mangy eagle away.
She hit the ground at an odd angle, and as her last breath faded from her body, she smiled.
Sad, sad, story.