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"Yes...I'm okay...." Am'gthar mumbled. She was acutally quite a bit of pain, but nothing she couldn't manage....or so she thought. flew around in a circle and began to plummet toward the hard ground. Her wings and felt like they were on fire. Am'gthar managed to slow down right before she slammed into the ground, and landed with a sharp thud instead. She looked around dizzyily and saw Lilya knocked out nearby. Am'gthar tried to move toward her but couldn't....She heard familar voices overhead and then horrifying screeching and yelling. What was going on? She tried to lift her head to see, but the pain was too much...Her last though before going unconsious was "What would Nyra look like covered in orange and green paint?....."
When Am'gthar awoke, it was nearly dawn. She glanced around dizzily and wondered why she if she had missed the breaklight meal... A sharp stabbing pain reminded her of what had happened. Ignoring the pain, Am'gthar stood up and looked around. The battle appeared to be still going strong, although many owls seemed to be tiring...
Am'gthar looked for her friends, but didn't see them. A familar looking owl was poking a feathery lump a little ways away. Am'gthar recognized Na'arie and painfully walked over to greet her. "What is that...."She inquired about the feathery lump. Before Na'arie could respond though, she leaped back in disgust and hatred. "Isn't that the turnfeather Star? What are you waiting for?! Rip her to pieces! that owl caused the deaths of many guardians here!" Na'arie seemed to hesitate.