A not-so-gentle Breeze -- Drift Intro

Drifting-Feather

The weeks after the hurricane were bumpy for the small predator - losing her mother within the storm, being stuck in trees for some other time out of fear that she could get stuck in some mud pit and never get out. So she was stuck gliding between trees in the outskirts of the twisted forest, munching at small insects and tree climbing snakes for the past few weeks. She had seen the cats and other creatures that definitely belonged to a group, and would often mimic their meows and other such noises to mess with them. But she was never able to descend down, there were too many of them in a single group, at least 2 at times.

She was resting within one of the outlier oaks of the twisted forest, a slight breeze ruffling her feathers. She copied the chirps of birds and rodents from the forest, luring them nearby incase someone wanted to hunt - and then she'd go down and nip and bite like a maniac.

But until someone showed up, she would stay up there, with the breeze ruffling her feathers