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I ran through a dark forest, a cub dangling from my jaws. The cub fluttered her tiny, black, bat-like wings, making me shiver.
The cub had bat-like wings instead of normal feathered wings, this meant the cub was cursed. It was my job to rid the clan of the curse that came with it.
I set the cub down on a rock near a stream; the stream would soon flood, as a storm was coming.
I spread my golden wings and took flight; I had to get some distance before the storm hit.