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(i know, i've been trying to revive it for a while HELLO?? ANYONE WANT TO HELP ME??)

(hello??)

Quarraex again gained altitude, moving her fire-stick to her other talon and flexing the one had been holding it. (i'm sorry about earlier... talk about a double-post!)

bye

bye i have to leave... dinner...

bye i have to leave... dinner...

bye i have to leave... dinner...

Quarraex tried to ignore the searing pain and the white feathers that were slowly drifting downward toward the ground. Quarraex drove the not-burning side of her stick at Callisto's chest, pushing hard into the smouldering part and twisting the stick at the same time.

Istalri flew up into a nice pine tree near the edge of the hoolemere sea. he landed in a hollow near the top. within a few seconds he had fallen fast asleep.

(okay) Quarraex, knowing she had the advantage of 1 not being injured and 2 higher altitude, she held her stick in front of her and dove towards Callisto, the red-orange feathers on Quarraex's back seemed to flicker like fire as she attacked Callisto.

Quarraex beat her wings hard, gaining altitude.

Quarraex considered giving her chase... a prisoner at the tree for questioning might not be such a bad thing...

Istalri, seeing her back away, took flight. he relized, injured as he was, he wouldn't be able to make it all the way to the great Ga'Hoole tree. he decided to find a nice tree somewhere near the beaks for the day, he would get the rest of the way to the Ga'Hoole tree in the evening. Quarraex...

:) it's alright, i do that sometimes too. Istalri backed away from the fight slowly, hoping Callisto had forgotten about him. at least she seemed occupied with Quarraex, he was sure being a tyto alba would help grab Callisto's attention. Quarraex slashed madly at Callisto with her burning...

Quarraex flew at Callisto, who was now within her sight, holding her flaming stick in front of her. with a horrible shree she dove at Callisto. Istalri shook his foot, he had broken a talon and it hurt. blood still poured from the painful wound on his chest.

heya no offence but where did the battle claws come from???

"sprink!" Istalri gasped as the stick shattered under the strain. his last hope, gone...

heya sorry i'm late) Istalri rose into the air. Callisto's talons had put a deep scratch in his chest. blood dripped from him freely. he grabbed a sharp-ish twig off the ground and flew bravely at Callisto

C'MON PEOPLE!! bring this thread back to life!!!!