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Kiralin tribe camp; Located deep in the jungle of wrease lives the tribe of rain hangers known as; Kiralin:


Monno tribe camp; Located in abandoned ancient human lands, made of stone and overgrowth:


The resting river; a sacred place where meetings are held.:


The Kiralin and Monno Border; These two tribes battle over the slightest scent over the border. The Kiralin are slightly more skilled in stealth and venom shooting but the Monno are much larger and battle ready.:


The Kiralin hunting spot; very vital water hole with abundant prey.:


The Monno hunting spot; vital watering hole with larger prey.:

There it is!!

Demmi soared over the tree tops, wind in her feathers. Her four amber eyes followed a large green bird her breed calls mandraini. She dove down, teeth exposed. Demmi slammed into the bird taking it down with her. Venom seeped into its vains ans they plumeted. The mandraini struggled before going limp. Demmi flapped her powerful wings once and landed on her tallons softly. Only her and the birds feathers dropping, mainly her prey's. She dropped it and looked at her hunting partner, Shrare. "There, food!", She said proudly. She looked down at the mandraini and frowned. "Sorry friend.", She whispered. " We had to eat you because fruit levels are low this dry season.".

Demmi looked back up, smiling at her hunting partner. She looked the other female up and down again, studying her oddly flawless blue and grey feathers.
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(OwO)

Shrare looked over at Demmi, a "that wasn't necessary" look on her face.

"You do know that you don't have to come on hunting trips with me when you're not on patrol, right?" She said, picking up the bird and throwing it up on to the other two in between her shoulder blades.

Demmi's head lowered, she hates when others give her that face. "I-I just wanted to help. The Monno are out and about too, so I just want to keep you safe.", She muttered stalking off. "Anyway my patrol unit isn't as fun it is out here. Hunting freely.". She paused and listened. She had heard a crunch. Demmi grabbed Shrare's talon and dragged her into the bushes, on instinct. She watched as a large unfamiliar female walked past. Acid began boiling in her acid pouch.

Long claws dug into the peat under the two. Her eyes slited and her ears pinned. Demmi let out a battle cry. The blue and black ball of feathers slammed into the other Rain Hanger. The female screamed as teeth and claws bore into her. Before she knew it she was flung into a tree and pinned by the neck. "Oh, I remember you, your father was the one who took my eye before my troop killed him.", The female said petting Demmi's chin, pitifully.

Shrare looked in disbelief at the two Monnos. She hadn't received much combat training during her unranked days. She did the only thing she could think of.

The warning cry sounded through the forest, alerting the rain hangers of the danger. Soon there would be the other patrollers and the guardians, but not all. Most would start searching the forest for any other Intruders.

"Come on!" She shouted at Demmi as she listened to the acknowledgement calls that echoed back. She rushed Demmi as she charged her way to the camp.

(Demmi is pinned)

She turned around for a second before freezing. The two Monnos were in shock, but the older female was still gripping Demmi. She paused, thinking of her options. Finally, she charged and knocked the larger Monnos off of Demmi. Quickly she twisted around and rushed Demmi towards the camp.

The Monno's talons dug into her throat and squeezed her acid pouch to stop her from killing her enemy. She let out a week cry, as her skin was pierced. Demmi looked at Shrare and mouthed, 'It's like hunting.'. Demmi reached to claw her adversary's eyes but only caught one and made the grip worse. She choked on some of her blood. "You are like your father...", The Monno hissed before throwing the female into the bushes.

The Monno walked past Shrare, pushing her aside roughly. Demmi sat up slightly and spoke," Don't push my friend, grippi". (Grippi: a insult in Rain Hanger customs.) Demmi had to lay back down, writhing in pain.

Shrare let out a shrill cry of pain as she felt her shoulder strike a sharp rock. She was barely able to stagger upwards as the blood trickled down. She could hear her breathing becoming shallower as she started to panic. Her joints became weak and shaking as she tried so hard to focus her vision on something anything. This had just all happened so fast, out of nowhere. Those trained in combat couldn't come soon enough.