Shallow Sands

Beachside

Falcon Camp

Flock Rock

Rockplace

Training Bushes

   Leader    

Branchflight

Medicine Wing

Goldenwing

Twigwing (apprentice)

Warriors

Featherfang (apprentice, Mouseling)

Shadowstring 

Honeyspark (apprentice, Dewling)

Sunfall (apprentice, Fawnling)

Amberspots

Cloudhunter (apprentice, Iceling)

Snowdust

Blackstrike

Egg hatchery

Bluespots

Tanpelt

Elders

Moonwhisper

Lavajaw

Oakflame

Eyas

Softcheep

Greycheep

Palecheep

Skycheep

Queens

Moontail (mother of Softcheep, Greycheep, and Palecheep)

Littlebird (mother of Skycheep)

 The Rules of the Falcon

1. Always feed the Elders first, then the Medicine Wings, Leader, Warriors, and then Apprentices. 

2. Always listen to the Leader, even when they seem wrong.

3. Maintain peace between Falcon Flock.

4. If you are the Leader of the Flock, the end of your name has to be Flight.

5. If you are an apprentice, the end of your name has to be Ling.

One

    Orange leaves drifted from trees, dancing like ballerinas to the ground. Sunfall was currently looking at a large tree, with a huge hollow in it. The prey hole was completely empty. Sunfall cawed. Her voice echoed and bounced back, out of the hollow, shocking Sunfall that she almost collapsed.

    "I  can't believe it!" Branchflight caught Sunfall's wing and dragged her back onto the branch. "Be careful,"she half whispered, half giggled. 

    "Those pesky eagles! How did they manage to take all our prey during the fight!"

Shadowstring scoffed. She flicked her wing and flew away.

    Branchflight looked deeply into Sunfall's eyes. Sunfall staggered back from the intensity of the stare. "What do you think?"  

    "Yeah, it 's probably the golden eagles," Sunfall rushed. Her wings ruffled.

    Branchflight  always looks calm, but her stares are intimidating. Sunfall stepped back. "I should probably go train Fawnling now," she chirped.

    Branchflight dismissed her with a wave of her wing, and beckoned Goldenwing over. 

    Sunfall practically jumped off of the branch, gliding towards the branch where all the apprentices were gathered, deep in conversation.

    More like deep in gossip!

    She flew by the branch, waving her wing. "Fawnling, It's time to practice hunting!"

Sunfall, calling Fawnling