Sunrises… A new beginning, it's symbolic truth simply screamed out the birth of yet another day… Fortunately, for me this day seemed pleasant enough. With a quiet beginning and me sitting here watching daylight unfurl. Not to mention me being alive… and not tested on.

My current flock consisted a tree full of kids, a yappy dog- which by the way did I mention snores like a bear?- and me, their fearless leader. Sure, I portrayed fearless. And from all my flock knows, I may have really been the most fearless any leaders my age could ever get. But I still held fear… lots of it! And most of it was directed toward the one thing I could never live though, the loss of my flock. So was I truly fearless?

You are fearless… just remember that's not always a good thing.

My voice.

Not my voice.

To put correctly, The Voice.

It tortured me, yet helped, in its own strange little way. I chose to ignore it's comment as I scanned the tree:

One: Total… our small taking mutt that tagged along for the joy ride. I will admit when I first met him, I guess you could say, I was not too fond of the stray. But as chatty as he is, and I'm talking literally here, like full blown words, you kinda find a small sense of originality in holding conversations with a dog. Not like any of us craved originality, trust me we have enough of that, but it still was worth carting that dog around. Plus it kept Angel happy.

Speaking of two: Angel, the youngest one… may also be titled as "my baby." With hair as gold as the sun itself and wings as angelic as her name… (Yes, wings… all of us have em' and trust me it's a long story… Summary? School sucks! And the white coats are psychotic.) She giggled slightly in her sleep, having some pleasant unknown dream. As long as she found solitude in her dreams there was still hope.

Three: Gazzy, my little fart-head… literally. That little boy has something severely twisted in his digestive tract, not that his power bombs aren't useful from really desperate times here and there, but aside from his stench, he's a gas! (The good kind)

Four: Nudge, chatty, talky, and just all round HYPER! This girl has a tendency to get a bit ahead of the game way way way before the game was even thought of, but her frantic personality just keeps all of us more so on our toes than ever. She twitched as she mumbled incoherent babbles to herself in her sleep.

Four: Iggy, being the blind one as he was, he was far from "incompetent" as others may think. Sure, we all had tragic pasts, but his left him not only scarred mentally, but also physically. And he lived every day, reminded… I seriously gave him major props! Because, aside from his own personal battles with self-pity, he was chipper… happy… hopeful.

And last of all, Five: Fang.

I gulped as my eyes the dark bird kids. I started from his long lanky legs, garbed in black pants… Dickies, no doubt. Scuffed and torn from lack of care. His dark shirt fit him… heck, all of him was dark, personality included, but there was something, something that showed that he too held the hope we all strived to keep buried inside. And they were staring straight at me.

"Morning," he stated, his voice soft, rough, and low.

I stared, gulping slightly.

Don't be rude.

"Hey," I tore my eyes away from his dark orbs, "We should get up and start going."

He watched me for a moment, before standing up, hopping over to where Iggy was, and gently began shaking his shoulder to get him up.

I turned back to the sunrise, no longer taunting me, but up and ready for an adventure. I sighed and gazed back over to my flock, all rubbing their eyes, whining and complaining slightly.

Yes, they were my flock, my hope… and ultimately, my life.