A Screech At Snowfall–A Owl RP!

(GoldenStar)

Pebble perched on a branch. She wondered for the hundredth time why she hadn't been made into a Omegera. She preened her feathers quietly.
 
Mist perched on a branch and preened her ruffled feathers from the hunt.
Leala sat regally next to her. "Let's go catch something else, and don't feel discouraged, Morgana criticizes my finest catches," she whispered, quiet as a feather on the breeze, ruffling her feathers.
 

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