Dewin, male SHort-Eared Owl. He is a great stradgist and he knows pretty much everything thanks to hsi parents being able to read.
Dewin
The Brain of The Clan
Dewin yawned, his huge gaping beak showing that he was hungry as well. He stared at his other and father with proud golden eyes. He already kn ew how to speak in full scentences. "Mother, Father, I am so hungry. Could I have a worm?" His parents smiled, "Sure Dewin." His mother said in a firm, gentle voice. "We already gathered some for you." SHe went to the back of the hollow and grabbed a wriggling worm. Dewin was pumped to see it was still wriggling and warm. He swallowed it whole as soon as his mother gave it to him.
He yanwed and froze, he heard something. He twirled his head to hear better, trying to aim for the sound like his parents told him. He heard a tiny schreech, wasn't a mouse, but a Tyto. He stared out the hollow and saw a pair of Tytos. Barn Owls. He blinked, could they be mates? To have chicks? Maybe now he could have friends. He watched as the lnaded on the branch nearest to his hollow. They stared in with malice and looked terrifying. He gulped and they charged in, their talons outstreched. They grabbed his parents and threw them out the hollow, but made sure they broke their wings.
Dewin screeched and wriggled as oen of them grabbed him and flew off. They were churring something about "Pureness". That was all he heard before he wriggled out of their grasp and fell. He was fledged, but he still didn't learn how to fly yet. He just started branching! he flapped and eventually, he fell slowed down and he was gliding. He sighed in relef and he landed near a hollow, where he saw a group of owls. The Clan. He didn't know yet, but this was the group he would make plans for, and then, he would actually have a home.
