"Alright, so.. Beginning again.. When they were finished, I was so shocked that I gasped, but covered my mouth quickly. Less noticed, and looked behind her, only to find that I had quickly scurried off before they had noticed. I knew everything, a little too much. I had now flown at my own pace, drifting off a little from the flock, but still catching up enough not to lose them. Then I saw it..

I quickly looked behind me, I did know that there were some other birds behind me, but they were all snowy owls. They were a family, and actually during the trip, I had only talked to them once. Despite the fact that I am a snowy owl, I didn't want to invade. They were just flying, talking, laughing, even. I saw it... I stared into the brothers face, he was happy.. But all of a sudden his face was in pain, blood sweeping pain, needle poking pain.. His eyes widened like they have just seen death himself. He weakly chirped, his stomach.. I-It was.. Red, filled with dark, fresh, strong smelling, blood. His wings stopped in mid-air, he fell silently.. It was unbearable to watch, but I flew there, silently, waiting for the next movement.. His parents yelled in agony, in pain, in pleading notions. "WINSTON!!" His mother screeched. Winston was a plan white snowy owl, he was a hatchling, and he had black claws.. He just learned to fly, I could tell.. His mother, Mary, continued to cry for help, but they just continued flying almost paralyzed. I just flew there, watching this scene play right before my eyes. Mary was also just a plain white owl, with black claws, though she was bigger, because she was his mom. There was another boom, similar to the boom that greeted Winston.. This time... The mother had the face of agony.. Painful, dreadful, needle pricking, bloody, gore, grim, dim, dark, pain. Her chest filled with a dark red, eventually spreading through the outer layer of her body like wildfire.. She was once pure snow white, but now she was pure bloody red. The wind movement of her wings stopped, and she looked at her mate with a weak smile, she knew that she would be with her son, and that she would find her mate again.. Sometime, in the sky, other known as paradise. She fell to the ground, gravity overtaking her. Her mate, Storm, was a pure white owl too. His claws were black, and the tip of his beak was also black. He looked at his mate, and was startled. "NO!" He shouted, and tried to grab his mate from falling with his talons, but out of reach, she slipped from his talons. This was painful to watch.. More bullets came upward into the sky, each one missing Storm.. He was dodging, and prepared for a fight, until one caught him off guard, and he was struck.." Winter trailed off, water in her eyes.