Chapter 2
I dreamed of flying, my wings spread wide and catching the wind as I flew towards the sun, my family flying around me and even my real Mum was there. It was so perfect.
Then I woke up, blinking my dark eyes and letting out a shree of terror as I saw a large scarred owl standing at the entrance to the hollow, his feathers stained with blood as he lunged forwards, pinning me against the ground with his sharp talons.
I screamed and flapped my wings, eyes wide as I scrabbled around with my talons to find a grip on anything, "Mum! Da! Huk!" I shreed, voice full of terror.
"Ooh, wrong move girlie." the owl holding me down laughed as he motioned with his wing to his unseen troops, who shot into the hollow, swiftly grabbing my family, battleclaws gleaming in the half-light.
"Tur! Huk! Sigg!" Da shreed, his black eyes wide with fear for us as me and Huk were swiftly dragged away, our wings held tight to our sides.
"Shut up you gizzardless fool!" a huge Great Gray owl hissed, raking his battleclaws from Da's throat to his belly.
"DA!" I screamed as I watched my father slowly collapse, blood pouring from his wounds.
"Get the female!" the owl holding me snapped and I looked away, shutting my eyes tightly, trying to block out Sigg's shree of pain and fear that quickly died.
I could hear Huk's terrified sobs and I glanced over at my younger brother to see that he had Da's blood splattered across his feathers. "T-tur!" he wailed, "What's going on?"
I looked away, not wanting Huk to see the fear in my own eyes. I heard the owl holding my brother snap something angrily and Huk let out a soft whimper of pain.
I could feel warmth trickling down my face-mask and I realized that there was a long cut across my forehead, staining my feathers with blood.
"P-please," I whimpered at the owl who was speeding me away from the only home I had ever known, "Where are you taking us?"
The Great Horned Owl glared down at me, yellow eyes seeming to burrow into my very soul as he snapped, "Questions are not tolerated."
"Why not?" I asked before I could stop myself and received a rough swat with the owl's wing.
"No questions!" he hooed menacingly and I let out a soft whimper, closing my eyes as I waited for this nightmare to end.
((A/N- Yeah, it's still pretty short but at least there's some action for y'all ;) Poor Tur! Hoping to get next chapter/part up soon and also hoping that they'll kinda get longer as we go. You can submit a character if you want to but please include name, age(owllet, average age, old. Mostly just if they're able to fly), what type of owl they are and what sort of plot involvement you'd like. Any special plumage marks and/or scars are also appreciated!))