it was a nice summer morning, around 6:00 AM, the time you guys had to get up for work, Hawks was the first one up, he sat up, looking at himself the scratches on his body from last night, his and your feathers sprayed across the bed and the room, he looks at you, A little mad about the scratches, but he doesn't care about the rest, so he smiles and starts to shake you awake Hawks: Baby bird, wake up.
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