This is mostly movie based. Only book based is Nyra and Kludd being mates... and perhaps a little more. But not much. So don't worry if you haven't read the books! Please enjoy and thank you for taking your time to read my story. Grazie.

Kludd, leader of the Pure ones and mate of Nyra perched on a short portruding cliff at the base of the small canyonhills of St. Aggies. Home for Orphaned Owls. His face was a white, as were his breasts and under his wings, like most barn owls. His dark brown feathers, which would be his unpreened flight feathers were darker than most Barn owls. His black lusterlous black eyes were unlike a Barn owl either. Kludd was glancing down at another owl. A female at that and another Barn owl. Unlike Kludd she bore no brown feathers, but pure white feathers like the moon itself.
The Barn owl was hunched over at another form of white. The whiteness of an egg. It was moving ever so slightly every day till the female Barn owl knew it was time for the hatching. Nyra, the mate of Kludd, the white barn owl, paced around the nest she had made from her own down feathers to keep the egg warm. It is time. It is time. Nyra though to herself over and over as she continued to walk around the nest, waiting patiently. Just then a small crack was heard, small enough that only the auditory hearing abilities of Barn owls could hear it. The egg was finally hatching.
Nyra shrieked with delight as she saw a hole form from the egg and slowly a blob of white appeared. Wet, filled with the ooziness of the egg a small white chick popped its beady eyes open. The first sight the chick saw was white face with black eyes. The face of its mother. No sooner as the chick opened its eyes the ooziness from the chick disappeared and was replaced by a soft white, feathery down. It tried to stand, but had trouble balancing its head and toppled over several times. Nyra watched her chick with awe and eagerness. This was her daughter. This was Kludd's daughter, daughter of the Pure Ones. Yes, this chick will help and lead the other owls to victory.
"Kludd dear, come and see your new chick." Nyra cooed softly as she watched the baby, who finally and swiftly learned how to walk with falling over. Kludd flew down to where his mate and new baby was. He wasn't sure how to treat little ones, but one thing was for sure. He wasn't going to treat this ball of fluff like his Da treated him. Like a Baby. No. This child would be a warrior and a great one at that. He could feel it in his gizzard.
"Now remains the name for this child of ours, dear Nyra." Kludd said apathetically. Nyra thought for a moment then smiled.
"Puria. Like the Pure ones. Fitting I should say." Nyra said with pride. Kludd nodded, he actually found the name suiting.
Kludd gazed down at the ball of fluff, now call Puria, who was at his talons. He felt tempted to push her away, but resisted. He new he had to gain the new hatchilings trust. It did strike Kludd however that his newborn chick looked much so like her mother. Face, and all the feathers were a whitish glow, like Nyra herself. The whiteness of his mate was a form of her beauty and now his child bore that striking resemblance. However her eyes were more like Kludd's, even with the onyx like luster.
Both Nyra and Kludd watched the tiny check walk and test the ground. Testing her wings, even though she was still sixty-six nights away from actually flying. She felt the cold, rock hard ground with her talons. Raking it, feeling her talons scratch across the surface. Although she was young she could feel something in her gizzard.
The night was slowly turning into day and the owl of St. Aggies, who were not forced to work by pecking for flecks, headed to their small hole like crevices for some sleep. Nyra herself felt the need to sleep after such a long night with the young chick. Yet, she knew the child could not fly and her nest was the highest point of St. Aggies known as the Horn. Which was a long, portruding rock formation that jutted out a few meters. It had a good viewpoint of the canyonlands and only a select few were aloud up there.
Kludd could feel himself becoming weary and instinctively flew off towards the Horns to get some shut eye for the morning. Nyra was about to head there too, but she could not forget the child. She wrapped her port talon, which would be her left talon, around the young white chick and flew to her nest in the Horns.
When they both arrived Nyra had another nest made for her child. Made from both her down and rabbit moss that she had ordered her soldiers to find. Rabbit moss was said to be the softest moss in the whole Hoolian world. She placed her young chick in the nest and pulled out a small brown cricket that she was saving for such an occassion. Puria eyed the cricket hungrily and tore the cricket limp from limp before actually eating it. Although it was natural for an owl to tear the meal apart before eating it, Nyra looked exceptionally happy at Puria. A small yawn eminated from the chicks beak before she nustled into her warm nest, tucked her head under her wing, and fell asleep. Nyra trodded over to Kludd and whispered softly so only he could hear.
"This child. Our child, dear Kludd... Will be a warrior. Puria. She will be a killer."
Nyra held a cold grin on her white face before she walked off next to Puria and fell asleep like her child. Kludd however remained awake for some time, in thought. He never imagined he would have a child... and a child who would be as a merciless killer a him. Well that is what he was hoping for at least. Puria is still young and had much to learn... But her training will began next night. With those thoughts out of his head he went next to his new family, placed his head under his wing, and fell into a deep sleep.

I own nothing except for Puria the white barn owl... and other OC owls later on