Ocarion

Alonzo, Admetus, and Ocarion Tallwing were playing the owl game. The three partners-in-crime loved this time of night, flying a thousand wingbeats away from the poisonwood and seeing who can get closest to the first owl they see.
"C'mon guys! Bet you can't make it farther than me!" Admetus quietly shouted. He was about fifteen wingbeats away from the owl! A new record, Ocarion thought with a smile.
"Oh, I can do than better than that!" He said. Ocarion was the daredevil of the three. He silently flew up to Admetus and whispered mischievously, "Watch me,"
He crawled out to the end of the branch, unfurled his wings, and stealthily crept up to the owl. He roosted right under it! Ocarion smiled at the looks his friends gave to him. Pure astonishment, pure...pure...terror?

He looked up to see the owl staring at him with a look only a mother could love. A gulp of horror was all he could emit through his mouth. With a flurry of wings and nervous whimpering, Ocarion saw two terrified Tallwing newborns bolt away toward the colony roost. The owl lifted from the branch and screeched so loudly it blinded Ocarion in one ear. It bared its ferocious talons and lunged for Ocarion. Luckily he recoiled and flew.
"Alonzo! Admetus! C'mon guys! I kind of need your help right about now!" he shouted. Ocarion spotted them for a split second before he lost them in the brush as they banked sharply to get away. He was panicking. What do I do? Keep flying? No, he'll just run out of energy and get caught. That's it! He will do what his traitor friends did, find a sharp turn around a tree and fly down. Ocarion found a narrow maple sapling and banked. The owl followed him but he found some above-ground roots and weaved through them. It worked, the owl lost him.
He flew up only to meet a Human machine.

Ocarion hit his head, and dropped to the ground. He felt like he had broken a wing or something. He hoped he didn't. Ocarion had to get away. A Human machine meant Humans. Humans meant certain death. He didn't want to die. Ocarion checked every muscle in his body. Nothing was broken. He just had a splitting headache and a cut that was barely bleeding.
"Oh no..." it wasn't the cut; it was a Human, staring at him.
Ocarion luckily still had the energy to flap up and gain speed close to the ground, where it wouldn't be able to get him. Just what he thought: the Human was following him on its two feet.
"I have got to get out of here. Guys! Where are you?"
Bolting through the forest at lightning speed, Ocarion was flying for his life now. He was being chased by one of those dreaded Humans. He never liked them, with their big opposable thumbs, and deep, droning, scary voices. Ocarion now didn't know what he got himself into. It was his fault for flying a thousand wingbeats away from his colony with his friends.
"I know what it's going to do," Ocarion said quietly to himself," that Human is going to band me!"
He had heard about the bands and their 'legends'. About how they're cursed and how many bats have suffered because of these metal things. A lot of Tallwings, even, had been shunned, banished, and cruelly discriminated because of the bands they wore. One of them was his dad. Rath was his name, a big, strong leader that everyone loved. His mother hadn't told him very much about his own father, other than he flew away in shame before Ocarion was born.
The human was gaining on him. He was running out of energy, let alone time. Ocarion was panicking, but kept his composure for just a few precious seconds and lunged for a sharp corner and made it. Luckily, there was a knothole in the oak tree and Ocarion flew into it, barely escaping the hand. There were two Humans now, somehow communicating with their eardrum-rattling voices.
"That was so close," Ocarion whispered with a sigh of relief. Hopefully the big hands of the Humans couldn't squeeze through this small hole like he could. The Tallwing colony is indeed a very unique one. They are tall, of course, and even skinny to an extent. Tallwings also tend to be more flexible and tire out less.
The Human hand suddenly poked through and Ocarion felt it grasp him so hard he started fighting for air. He saw a flat surface with the band and a fastening device on it. Ocarion stared at it with pure hatred. He struggled and struggled, but couldn't get free. The sun was rising, and his mom would be worrying her wings off right now. Ocarion was then pinned to the table. Before he clamped his eyes shut to prepare for the worst, he glared at that evil Human with the pointy device and reached for Ocarion's forearm. Before clamping the dreaded band onto him, Ocarion felt a lightning bolt of pain stab through his shoulder. His vision blurred and he was unconscious.