A Solo Hunt

The night sky was up and the moon shone brightly as a hunting party of Hawks, could be seen in the air.

Flying alongside the fifteen strong party, trying to find dinner for themselves and the rest of their clan, as the other parties sent out were also supposed to do. A certain hawk, shrouded with brown feathers and having a red shoulder like the others of its clan. It still stood out with a scar at the left eye, stretching to a small crack on the beak.

The party being in a hunting formation, had spread out to cover more area with their eyes searching below for possible preys. Yet the scarred hawk kept his gaze on a certain thing also in the sky, which he'd noticed far off. He felt curious to get to see what it was, slowly falling behind as the rest of the party advanced forward. Soon it was a good distance away, and with a brief glance around to make sure none had followed behind. It made its way towards the moving target cautiously, hiding behind clouds whenever it felt it was too exposed.

Soon, getting in range to have a clear view, what seemed like a beast could be seen. Instead of backing away as any animal which valued the thing called life, and didn't have a bird brain despite being a bird would do. The Hawk flew higher instead, almost nearing the clouds and breaching the flight limit. Now above the target, it looked down at the prey, which was now in a full and clearer view— a Golden Bug.

It couldn't help but smirk within, seeing the sheer luck it had bagged this time round. It'd barely contributed to the clan lately, though the previous ones were negligible of course. It was obviously looked down upon in the clan, but to be tagged the weakest was a whole next level altogether. After all, that was the exact reason for being assigned to the rear of the party. They were the one's who would cower and hide behind the others during hunts and battles, carrying the load after the sharpest claws got the job done. However, wasn't the one who bore the load the stronger one instead, tsk.

Now, he'd show everyone how mighty he was, when he'd returned with a beast between it's claws— hahahaa. He could hear them yelling and flapping to his name already. All he had to do was strike the beast bug at its weakest parts and he was good to go. It was the easiest hunt it'd ever experienced, comparable to a human being served breakfast in bed. Bugs were powerless and literally easy preys for all, beast bugs being just a family sized pack of food instead. So without any further hesitation, it made a descent down towards the golden bug with a whoosh as it took the dive.

Hovering in the sky, buzzing all around as it scrutinized where it was. The Golden Bug which had its wings, body and even eyes a bright gold, glimmered under the few rays of the moonlight. With its compound eyes, the line of sight it had was greater than most beings except Omnis of course and with that. Any incoming troublemaker, would easily have it's life spared of course. However, being sure that no danger would be coming anytime soon, as the news should have long spread. He wasn't bothered about any looming threat, only if he knew one wasn't around to hear about the recent adventures, of other hunting parties in relation to a Golden Bug.

*KRRRRR KAW KAW!!"

The bug flinched for a second, unexpectedly hearing the very sound he'd heard a while ago— the Hawk's attacking cry. Looking up, the bug finally got a view of the incoming prey, wondering whether to let it go or deal with it this time round. But it was too late, for the hawk had already reached a few meters away. It was much faster than the ones it'd encountered earlier, soon breaking through the invisible barrier, and covering a meter more quickly.

However, despite its speed, reaching the bug was a mere dream now as it began. Just like that, the hawk could feel a weakness which wasn't there earlier. Flapping forward, it noticed many feathers floating around it in the air— being too dumb to recognize that it was it's own. Following suit as it came to a halt, seeing that its body slowly started fading away, as if it's life essence was being sucked out. Yet no, it was something much more worse than that instead, for the tiniest bit of life essence, could still grow back to its original state. So, what was happening to it, was none other than forcefully having it's Spiritual Energy being drawn straight into the barrier itself. As every living being one way or the other had the awareness that. A mere second or three, without a cup size of spiritual energy in one's body, was simply death and at that moment was when the hawk knew, it'd messed up big time.

Soon, no other thought was found in its puny mind anymore, unlike the one labelled 'run', in hawk language to be precise. It no longer wanted the prey anymore, if it could still be considered as one now. Neither did it think of the glory, all fading away like himself, as what mattered was it's life, and nothing else. So with heavy flaps, though it's wings were growing weaker by the minute. It maneuvered in the sky, making a turn as it headed back, retreating in the direction it came from.

Nonetheless, after reaching an fps[Flap per Second] twenty, the hardest it had ever gone, the situation rather worsened instead. For all that kept on happening, was it's wings slowly giving up when soon, the hawk realized it hadn't moved an inch from its spot all this while. Tilting it's head back, it got a look at what was holding it back as it felt now felt something around one of its legs. The Hawk's eyes slowly started to well up, for what it looked at right now almost knocked the air out of it with fright. As behind him where the bug was, all it could see was a flying frog. 

Growing more weaker despite how much it pushed for escape, it wouldn't last 10 flaps more. The hawk finally decided it was time, to give up with the resistance and just accept it's fate. For there was none to blame but itself, for being so stupid. As it would have definitely not been such a fool again, just only if it had a second chance at life. Why did one have to experience the worst, in order to know the worth of the best? Why didn't it just be content and stay with the party? For no matter how it was treated, they still did care enough to give it an ample portion of each kill. So why? It couldn't even see any tangible reason for it's previous actions anymore. For as if blinded, it finally received an eye opener just before it's story, came to an end.

Spreading out it wings, it fell back peacefully as the tongue which latched onto him retracted. The tears falling off into the sky, it's life as most usually experienced— flashing before it's eyes. Death approached, yet it never aimed for it but rather the hundreds of people down below.

*SWOOSH! 

The tongue went right past the winged frog towards the other side, detaching from it. The hawk swept right out of the barrier's range just before it kicked a nucket. Setting it free from the it's own protective barrier's clutches. So, satisfied with dealing with this one easier than the entire party previously, which had resulted in lots of throwing them out to safety. It was time to resume his mission, though he never stopped to begin with. So quickly, he began to shapeshift once again, transforming into another being as paws started to emerge out of the shielding golden light. As in a matter of seconds, the frog was no longer there but unlike it thought it would. The bug wings, being the very thing keeping him in the air was also gone.

*MEEEEOOOOEEEEWWW!!

The golden eyed black cat instant dropped down, yelping as he fell towards the Village of Renville. After all, what was the bother since cats always landed on their feet.