(Rewriting my last segment, because it seemed rushed.)
Sky reached his destination, the small, sun-dappled clearing in the forest, surrounded by a lush, green shrubbery border. He approached a gnarled old Willow, whose grand branches hung over in an arch, it's curled, olive leaves rattling with the slightest breeze. Noiselessly, the shapeless shadows danced, taking on the form of birds when in view. Sky slipped behind the Willow to watch, the black, gray, and mysterious brutes effortlessly pushing their way through the dense foliage, even the deer would sweep back their ears and bound away at the sight, the rabbits cowering in their burrows as they froze with the overwhelming chill of fear. Towering over the shaking Jadestar, Sootstar halted, his eyes burning with rage. His voice was harsh; they felt like stabs in the heart of his father as he spoke, "So I found your little clan, father... If one can even call it that," he began to fold his wings back and pace, Jadestar's beak dropped as he contemplated his response, Sky staye hidden while he restrained his urge to wrangle the neck of Sootstar; the one whom he hated to accept was his brother.