Königtum von die Eule

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Thalassa saw the mouse that was running about, squeaking and squealing. "Hmm, looks like I may be having seconds.", she said after gobbling down her previous catch.
 
(sorry I'm late, guys!
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) Anyways, back to the mouse hunt game...


Finally, as darkness began to settle in the forest where the band of young owls were resting, the mouse hunt game began. As promised, the adviser owl caught the tiniest mouse he could find. He expertly tied the bright red thread around the mouse's tail. The young owls watched, transfixed. Then, also as promised, he flew down to the forest floor and released the mouse, which leaped from sight into a bush with two small leaps and a barely audible rustle. The adviser owl then flew back up to the top tree branches, where the young owls all awaited anxiously, their eyes bright with excitement. They waited several minutes before, finally, the adviser owl turned to them and said, "Ready?" It seemed as though every single owl tensed up at that moment, their gizzards screaming "Go! Fly now! Fly! Fly!" Just when it seemed as though they couldn't take any more waiting, the older adviser owl screeched, "FLY!" and all at once, a blur of feathers, wings, talons, beaks, and hungry eyes darted from the tree branches and into the dense forest below.
Tylisia flew around trees and dodged branches, flying as quickly as she could while using her keen sight and hearing. Fortunately, she, along with all other Barn Owls, had some of the most exceptional hearing abilities of all the owl species. She could hear and feel a mouse's heartbeat on the ground from the air, and she could hear the slightest pitter-pattering of a tiny vole's paws as it foraged below.
And so, within minutes, Tylisia picked up on a tiny mouse's heartbeat. She flew low to the ground, her large black and gold eyes darting around. She could sense other owls all around her, searching ever so carefully and quickly, just as she was. She wondered if any of them had picked up on the heartbeat as well. But she didn't have time to look around and see, because for one she could sense who was nearby her and also something else caught her eye. The tiniest glimpse of a thin, bright red thread around a tiny brown mouse tail flickered beneath a pile of leaves and under a thick bush. Immediately, before any of the other owls could react, Tylisia thrusted her large talons forward and slammed into the pile of leaves beneath the bush. They exploded into the air, causing a lot of the other owls's attention to be turned on Tylisia, who grabbed the tiny, frightened mouse tightly, yet not too tightly as it was against the rules to harm it.
She darted back off the ground and into the air. Just as she had done so, her eyes met the task that she was facing. All around her, bright, hungry eyes turned to her as hundreds of the young owls saw the mouse in her talons. Several screeched and flew straight toward her. It was as if the whole scene happened in slow motion; the owls flying around her stopped dead in their tracks, hovering in mid air for a second or two before seeing the prize that she had. As soon as they saw it, they darted right to her, claws outstretched and their full attention on stealing the mouse from her. In a flash of creamy white and brown, Tylisia power-surged straight up, dodging several owls who had been dangerously close to her. As she flew almost close to the treetops, she curved straight and flew as fast as she could back in the direction of where they had started. She dodged trees and branches and owls. The owls were the worst part; they seemed to be multiplying and appearing out of thin air. They came at her with piercing eyes and open claws. It took all her skills she had learned in flying to avoid getting caught with any of the owls. All but one, that is. An extremely fast Snowy Owl, named Heathoria, managed to grab her talons with her own. She pulled back, causing Tylisia to be slowed down but still in flight. Heathoria tried with all her might to pry Tylisia's talons open, but Tylisia struggled and pulled away too quickly for her to get a hold on the terrified mouse. Before she could grab her again, Tylisia flew away from Heathoria, who went spiraling backwards from the force of Tylisia pulling away. But she immediately recovered and chased after her again.
Fortunately, Tylisia finally burst out of the dense forest. She flew upwards, to the tall fir trees where the adviser owls waited. A hundred or so other owls burst out directly behind her, their wings beating madly as they gained on Tylisia. So close! She thought, flapping her wings harder to go faster. An owl flew directly above her, then nose-dived down in an attempt to interfere with her flying. But she saw it coming, and just barely curved to the right and the owl missed by a feather. Several other owls charged at her, and some caught her. But she always managed to escape and keep the mouse safe, until finally she reached the adviser owl. She handed him the mouse, and when he saw that it was indeed the one with the red thread on its tail, he screeched to end that round of the game. The young owls around them, along with Tylisia, were breathing heavily from exhaustion. Some were quite unhappy about losing, especially because Tylisia got to eat the mouse as a reward. But, the adviser owl decided to let them have a couple more rounds. Tylisia didn't win any of the other two; the fast Snowy Owl, Heathoria, and a male Long Eared Owl, named Trymont, won the two other rounds.
Nevertheless, Tylisia was proud of winning at least once, and as the band of young owls and their older adviser owls settled down for the night to get some much-needed rest, her gizzard was full of joy and excitement; joy, because she was so happy to be on the adventurous flight trip with her fellow owl friends, and excitement, because she couldn't wait to see what activities awaited her tomorrow.
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Sanga barley made it in time to watch the game. She'd gotten front row seats, following Tylisia. She cheered when she saw her catch the mouse. "Way to go!"
 
He could feel his very being giving out as flew over the water which now, looked as welcoming to him as sleep itself. This, everything, I've done in vain, he thought to himself, I should have known, I sho... He could no longer think he was so tired, just fly he told himself over and over again, just fly.



Not far from the island an owl fell into the water, it's cold current sweeping the unconscious creature towards the shore.
 
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Hehe thanks.
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I love writing short stories, and writing little mini stories on here is fun.
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