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Alright, we can start now. Just a few more details before we start. Guardians have hollowmates. I will assign three to each hollow, or until I have an odd ball. Then one may have four. Also, males and females may share a hollow.
Hollow One:
Glacier
Quill
Beran
Mik
Hollow Two:
Kai
Petunia
Shadow
Hollow Three:
Rust
Emilia
Lark
Hollow Four:
Drax
Crag
Bubo Horus


If I missed your character, let me know. Decide an specific order amongst you. I want to try and keep this organized. Do not leave anybody behind.
Now a couple extra characters that Guardians need to know: King Zeke and Queen Tasha ((king and queen of the Great Tree))
Madame Spoorn ((the trees singer, sings the lullabies and stuff to put the owls to sleep and to wake them up))


Alright. Now for the starter:
Night has fallen. Everyone in the tree has awakened and eaten breakfast ((can't remember name for this in the books)). The day before, all the Guardians in Training had been tapped for their chaws. They now are apart of that Chaw for the rest of their lives at the Tree. Now it is time to meet up with the chaws. Strux Struma and Ga'Hoolology is in the library with Marvin and Ellie, the rybs of the Research and Printing Chaw. Weather Interpretation ((this includes everybody from Colliering because they are required to be apart of both chaws)) is on the highest branch of the tree with Maria and Don. Peter is in the forge, waiting for his blacksmithing Chaw. Dirk is at the very base of the tree, awaiting his trackers. Serenity, the navigation ryb, is waiting on the far north side of the island. Finally, the Search and Rescue Chaw will be meeting with Beatrix at the forge as well for the new members to get their battle claws ((as the ryb had promised)).

Meanwhile, the Pure Ones are stirring as twilight turns into actual night. Malak, the High Tyto, waits patiently before a line of helmets and battle claws. He's waiting for a selection of exceptional owls who were top of their class during training. Sure, they were already full members of the Pure Ones, but they had taken it one step further. They had gone though the trials to join his Elite Squadron and were the cream of crop.

Glacier flew near the ceiling through the corridors until he reached the highest branch, landing with a small thud as his talons gripped down on the wood. His white feathers which was speckled with black ruffled as he shook his wings out.

Goldie awoke with a start, from the moment she was saved she always loved waking and helping the high Tyto, it made her feel like she was worth something, some special that no owl has ever known...no Tyto...

Mogui was anticipating this night for what seemed like ages, he would finally, and hopefully, learn and train to defend the High Tyto and destroy the Guardians! His talons itched to sink into the feathers and flesh of a Gaurdian, possibly his missing mom or dad, and tear them to shreds to be lost into the Sea of Hoolemere that surrounded the Island of Hoole. Their hospitality and mercy to other owls made them weak, only Tyto's know the true power that could be achieved if one wishes...only the Pure Ones know this power, and it has been given to the High Tyto to use to destroy the weak and foolish.

Rust ruffled her feathers, pleasantly. Relatively pleasantly. The moment she had finished breaklight (the name for the early meal), she lurched away from the snake and flew outside. She saw the faintest wisp of smoke, and dove down to the forge. She landed excitedly. "Peter! Are we gonna be helpin the new folks get battle claws? How can I help?" Rust, with her reddish tones like copper and fire, was always first to their meeting place. As a more senior smith, she loved every bit of it. "Do you know what kind of owls they are?"


Crag, on the other hand, had not slept well. The light of the sun always reminded him of the awful moon scalding. The sun was warmer, in temperature and color, but... He shuddered. Despite having been around a goodly while, he got lost. Wanting to ask where to go, he approached someone he knew to be in his chaw. "Ready to go?" Crag asked instead. He kept every bit of lost out of his tone and expression.

Nyree had already arrived. "My Lord." She dipped her head slightly, black eyes like shards of onyx, cold and round and empty. Her white wings folded neatly. She was a bit of a perfectionist. Being Nyrolian, despite being leucistic, he seemed to find her useful. What wonders the lunar eclipse could hold. She would show all the Kingdoms when the Pure Ones brought them down.

With near silent motions of his wings he and his father landed softly near the forge belonging to Peter the smith. Both him and his father had already completed their training as Guardians, though they still had to help out about the tree. Quill was a skilled fighter, with a keen sense of sight making if nearly impossible for an ambush to sneak up on them, and Drax was strong, meaning he could carry even the biggest great greys, though he had to fly much slower than he already did. The two made a team like no other yet they were far from being the best fighters around. "Peter!" The youngest owl called happily. "Beatrix! So what are we doing today? Hunting? Finding more owlets? Fighting Pure Ones?!" This last remark earned him a feather being plucked from his breast by his father. "Ow!"
"What have I told you of such talk, Quill?" The older, darker owl answered puffing his. Ready feathers out some as he settled.

With fast, light and rather painful looking flaps the female owl made her way towards the base of the tree. Landing she gave up a light huff. It hurt to fly, some of her feathers still hadn't grown back fully. "Here Dirk, quiet a gusty morning no?" Petunia said hoping up to him.

The small owl fluffed her feathers out lightly as she waited at the top of the tree for the others. What was taking so long?! "I'm bored!" She chirped burying her beak in her feathers. "And cold! My talons itch as well!" It was unbearable! She wanted to be in the warmth of the fire! To feel the warm draft engulf her!

Shadow looked longing at the sky....she took off flying around the tree a small shadow on the sky

Ahtaga looked over the area they had set u as "Base" her feathers ruffled

Storm perches on a branch scanning the dark green grass for prey
" Wow usually there are a lot of prey here..." she scans the ground again.

I don't want to leave anybody behind, but since everybody is basically talking to me..... should I just reply?))

(Probaly should wait...some people 0-0 get super upset *Glare)

((Who!))

Hope this doesn't sound rude, but we're waiting for you so we don't leave you guys behind.