Authors Note: Hello everyone, this is gonna be the first story I've ever written, other than mandatory ones for schooling and such, to the like, one person who will ever read this, please review, I need all the help I can get. I haven't really given a name to the mouse, I would be grateful for suggestions, but I already have a name for the falcon. Thanks to whoever reads this, and apologies if you think it's too short, just tell me, because I had way more written out, I just wanted to break it into chapters.

-We shall start this story in the eyes of my main OC, the falcon-

The wind rushing in my face as I dove was a glorious feeling, my prey had no idea that I was coming. A small brown mouse, I don't know what he was doing but that doesn't really matter. But I swooped down and grabbed him with my talons, but i didn't squeeze, I held him tight enough so he couldn't get away, I wanted to hear what he had to say, but not until I said what I had to.

"I'm deeply sorry about this, but you have to understand, I must eat." I said

"I can understand that, and I'm willing to accept it..." the mouse replied

"Honestly, I wish it didn't have to be like this, do you think there's something else i could eat instead?"

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure, but I could help you look if you answer a qeestion for me."

"Fine, but I don't know why I'm answering your questions."

"What kind of hawk are you? You look strange."

"That is because I am not a hawk, I'm a gyrfalcon, a white gyrfalcon. I'm just supposed to be up north"

"Then why are you here in Alberta, hunting mice?" he questioned

"I already answered your question." I said in a cold voice

"Fine, now just put me down so I can help you find food."

I kind of view this mouse that I just met as a friend. I don't know why, but he seems trustworthy, but i still think he'll run. And just as i expected, he ran the moment I set him down. "I thought you would do that..." I said with sorrow in my voice as I turned around. I started walking, I don't know where I was going, I was just walking, lost in my thoughts.

Man, I'm a terrible predator, seven years of life, and I've never killed a thing. The only reason I'm still alive is because the humans in the strange machines occasionally hit other animals. The only thing i had to do was follow the long road looking for such things...I'm no falcon...I'm a vulture, just an opportunist taking advantage of what misfortune happens to others.

-Twenty minutes later, by a lake still in the falcon's POV-

*sigh* "Getting by on whatever I find dead is tough...damn I'm useless. Why couldn't I have been born normal, without all the misfortune like I have now?" I mumbled to myself "Mother nature is cruel, she had it in for me ever since I was born. I mean, I wasn't even raised by my own kind, I was raised by two robins who kicked me out of the nest and told me to go live my life. They didn't even give me a name, but they called me son, and I called them mama and papa, sure they weren't my birth parents, but they took me in." I continued on rambling to myself.

"But they never taught me to hunt, hell I can't blame them, they're robins they don't have to hunt. Still, through all the things that had happened, good or bad, I'm grateful that they had saved me from the certain death that was starvation when I was still young."

"All that was years ago, I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't be alive today, I don't think robins live that long. When I die, I hope that I see them, maybe, just maybe, I could see them soon.