Ratwing flew along the mountainside, enjoying the feeling of warm updrafts under his wings. He swooped down to Twister and Feather, who were foraging for nuts and berries in the bushes. As he was about to land, a shadow passed over the sun. Without looking, he knew what it was. A vulture. "Run!" he shouted at his friends. He hurried to the bush and ducked for cover, just as the vulture...passed over him? Looking up, he realized that the vulture wasn't interested in him, it was chasing a different bird. He nudged Feather, who was hiding next to him. " It's not after us. It's after someone else! Look!" They both looked up, and watched as the strange white bird frantically flapped away from the vulture. "We have to do something!" breathed Twister, who had noticed the bird as well. Ratwing gulped. "Okay... here's the plan..." After telling his plan, Ratwing stepped out of the bush, closely followed by Twister. Feather, meanwhile, carefully made her way around to the other side of the bush, and started edging closer and closer to where the white bird was quickly tiring. When Ratwing raised his wing, all three birds took off.
Author's note: Ooooohhhhh... Suspense!
