On Eagles Wings

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This is for Foresty's Writing Contest. It's about the eagles in the Tribe of Rushing Water's territory and how they went from being the hunters...to the hunted. Also, Leafy, sorry, I don't mean to steal your thunder but I did have this iea yesterday, sorry. Please enjoy!--Goth Monkey^{Piece by piece I lost my sainity to the penguins.} 16:21, June 4, 2010 (UTC)

Prologue

She flew through the air, her heart soared.

It was a great time to be an eagle, there was plenty of prey and plenty of shelters.

She scanned the ground intently, looking for food, remembering how her mentor had taught her.

Her large, yellow eyes were concentrating on the ground so she had to swerve to miss a rock.

That was a close one. she thinks.

She continues looking for food, her wings are getting cold, she'll have to go back to her nest soon, the chicks would go hungry again.

She pushed on, determined to feed her hungry family,

Determination clouded her mind and she did not notice she was being watched, followed.

She saw a mouse, swoop! She turned, mouse in her talons, ready to fly back to her nest.

She saw them.

Their selfish, hungry eyes stared not only at the mouse but at her.

Her heart thudded in panic.

She gave a cry of warning, alarm to the others.

Then she took off.

Her nest wasn't far away, she could make it!

She could see the ledge, her home, the others called to her.

She called back and tried to go up but a ripping sensation spread through her feathers.

They had caught her.

She screamed as they pulled her down to the hard, uncaring earth, claws unsheather, ready to bite at her, eat her alive.

Her chicks cried out as their mother was killed before their very eyes.

Chapter 1

The head eagle sat in the nest on the talllest ledge.

Below him, in different levels of ledges sat the flyers, then the fledglings, then the chicks and their mothers, and finally the old wings.

The head eagle was in a state of sorrow and shock.

His daughter, the newsest flyer and chick mother had just die while hunting.

His family, his Flock was frightened.

His enemies, these cats.

They needed to be punished.

He wanted to kill them all.