(Adventures in myth) Gryphons war, book 1 gone missing, chapter 1

       

                 PROLOGUE                                                                                    In a room that smelled of smoke and blood, a large dragon sat in a black spicked throne. A smaller more skinnier blue dragon crept into the room and started to bow, but the large dragon held up her talon, the blue dragon looked up, starring into the large dragons dark, piercing green eyes. “ No need to bow, you know what I’m waiting for,” the large dragon said, letting her forked tounge slither in and out of her mouth. “ Yes your majesty, we’re working on it… my solders are training as we speak,” the blue dragon said. The large dragon leaned over, letting her shadow tower over the smaller dragon, and slowly said, “good, now general I’d like you to tell the soldiers to prepare for battle, Night Claw has reported that all gryphons above cub age will gather in the Feather Peeked Mountain Village, it will be the perfect time to attack.” The general nodded his head in agreement, cleared his throat, and said, “anything else Queen Thorn-Stabber?” The queen looked him in the eyes, “prepare the dragonets, now leave my fortress!” she said, slithering down her large, spicked throne, and with the swipe of her tail, the general was already gone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           CHAPTER 1 FEATHER                                                                                 The wind whispered and the grass swayed as Feather silently walked through the tall grass, keeping his sight on a small wismer-mouse. The whismer-mouse’s nose twitched as it sniffed the air and Feather hoped his sent was hidden enough. Feather was always the gyphon who caught the least amount of prey during the hunting parties, but this time it would be different. This time I’ll catch the most prey, I just know it, Feather thought to himself. But as he stalked closer to the mouse, it quickly turned it’s head in alert and dashed to it’s hole. Feather didn’t want to lose his catch, so without thinking, he pounced from the tall grass hoping to land on the wismer-mouse. But the mouse was to fast, and before Feather was even close to catching it, it slipped into it’s hole. Feather has a wheat colored pelt with feathered ears, which has a syrup colored tint, he has syrup brown tinted bangs as well as syrup brown  talons and beak, wings, and a wheat colored whip thin tail with syrup brown stripes and tail feather's. Feather’s ears drooped down as he starred into the hole, than from behind a bush he herd a giggle. Feather’s ears drooped down even more at the sight of a umber colored female gryphon who silently padded out of a bush. It was Katana, she’s your typical cub bully, who would laugh and tease you every day of your life. She has canary yellow talons, umber brown fur and feathers, brown, grey, and light grey wings. A dark grey tipped tail fluff, and feathered umber brown side bangs. She let out another giggle and said “lost your catch again I see, feather!”- then used her tail to shove her catches in front of Feather’s beak and said- “well I have quite the veriety of creatures, oh! don’t look that way, I’ll bet all my clean bedding that every gryphon in the village knows you’ll never catch a single wismer-mouse!” She snatched all her prey back behind the bushels and let out another giggle, intel her ears started twitching. She could clearly hear something, and in the blink of an eye she darted out of the way as a rock whipped past her tail, thudding into a tree and shaddering a layer of bark. As her talons hit the ground she did a hair flip and said “ you know my hearing is to good to be tricked, and I’m far to fast to be caught. You’ll have to do far better then that to hit me, Rock-Slinger.” Katana said padding over to a brunette brown, electric blue stripped gryphon cub. “ that was just a warning shot, you know me better than that. You worry to much about your looks, rather then battle training anyway!” Rock-Slinger countered. 
          Rock-Slinger is Feather's best friend, his pelt and mane is brunette brown, he has electric blue stripes and dots on his back and front legs, wings, ears, and on his fluffy cat tail as well. He also has cream colored talons and beak, and a little on his wings.  “ oh really? How about we see who’s the best at fighting, then” she said flexing her talons. “guys! this is a hunting party, not battle training! Please let’s not turn it into one!” Feather said, while giving his friend a pleading look. “Fine.” Rock-Slinger  spit out, Katana gave him a grin, “guess you forfit, that mean’s your to scared!” she then giggled, and before Rock-Slinger could snap back Katana said, “see you two after the hunting party, losers!” then flew away to mess with another gryphon cub. While Feather and Rock-Slinger flew back to the Feather Peaked Mountain Village Feather flew closer to Rock-Slinger, and nudged him in the shoulder, “ Rock?” he waited for his friend to look at him and said, “ you know you don’t have to stand up for me I-“ Rock interrupted him, “ someone has to. Because no one does, so that kinda means I have to.” He sighed, then looked at the peeks ahead, “ sometimes I feel bad for other gryphon cubs, ya’know, the ones who hasn’t earned their second name yet?” Feather looked below himself at the trees, and the birds. Trying not to think of the mistake he was, there was nothing he was good at. Except for making a mess of things, “we’re home!” the head gryphon of the hunting party said. One of the gryphon’s home’s is a lake with towering mountain peeks, and many caves big and small that the gryphon’s turned into cozy dens. Three different cub dens, lots of fighter dens, elder dens, one newborn den, and the leader’s den. “I’ll see you in the cub’s den” Rock said, then flew to the smallest mountain, into a den. Feather was alone again, he started to walk over to the prey shelter to get something to eat. But then he saw Katana over there, setting her catches in the den. Although his stomach was grumbling Feather decided it would be better if he didn’t get near Katana, so instead he went to the cubs den that he saw Rock fly into. The den was filled with cubs, like it always was, and Feather went to his moss bedding where two of his friends were. “I’m here Rock” Feather said “where is Flow and Star?” he asked, a black female gryphon with navy-blue stripes looked up and said “ they like just left on their hunting party.”  “Ok, thanks Flint” Feather replyed, then he started to bunch up his moss bed in a more comfortable position, then layed down. When he started to doze off, letting the pull of sleep carry him into his dreams, he got shoved off his bedding. His eyes shot open in shock, then he herd a gryphon say, “your not going to sleep so soon now are you? Come on! Your going to miss the village meeting!” Feather got up and stared at the black female gryphon who woke him from his dozing and replied “we arn't allowed to listen to the meeting though, isn't it only above cub age?” Flint stared at him and said “so? Come on! I want to hear whats been goin on in the war!” and then she walked over to the cave entrance. Feather followed her just because he to was curious, and sat down with her at the edge of the cub den, where a couple of other gyphon cubs where silently listening.   From what Feather could hear, the leader was telling everyone how well the prey was holding up, and that the patrols haven’t seen a single sign of any types of dragons. “I haven’t forgotten to mention that a fe-“   the leader stopped talking, the crowd started yelling, asking her to continue, and what she was talking about.  Then fear filled Feather from tail to beak as blue creatures slithered out of the river’s that cut through the village. And figures appeared out of no where, one’s that had shimmering gems covering their scaly body. And then he heard wing beats, that was all Feather needed to know intel he freaked out yelling “WE'RE BEING ATACKED!!” and ran deeper into the den. With many cubs trailing behind him he turned a corner and rammed into an invisible object.