Blackfeather Woods about it

@Astara

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The bird flew to a different forest. He was mad at the world today. He was gonna fight these dark knights that loitered here. So here the idiot was, flying silently above the trees lined with the cloaked warriors that laughed and snarled at each other. It was very much alive for avians. 
He started selecting targets, looking for the biggest flock of the crows he could find. 

There, a grey headed one perched on the end of a branch that was occupied by the denizens. 
He let out a loud eekekek before tilting down, building speed fast. The elder bird turned, letting out his own caw of alarm before being slammed in to by outstretched talons. 
The pair fell through the treetops down into the void below until they thudded on the forest floor.
Blindside, trashed, twisting up and flapping his wings as a storm of caws thundered overhead. The bird below him was still, his body pierced by talons.

The owl cooed softly, removing himself from the fallen elder. Well, that was unbelievably fucking boring. He expected more from the shitty so-called warriors that reigned the treetops here. He yelled as much, 
"Bunch of half-baked bitch-ass feathered elbows."
The bird fluffed up his feathers, hunching and glaring accusingly at the mutilated corpse he'd crash-landed with.

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