Hedwig screeched, as she followed Athena and her mentor to the Tornado of Fire. Her wings, warmed, with the heat from the fire below her. She screeched, gently in fright. Her heart pounding in her chest, it seemed to be wanting to jump out of her chest cavity. Her dusty golden eyes, reflecting the orange flames of the fire. Her white feather, shone a golden color from the flames.
Apollo blinked in amazement, he stared at the fire, awe-stricken. The male owl, barrel-rolled, then swooped, to an altitude on the verge of danger above the tornado of flames. His mixed colored feathers, seeming to be alive with the flames themselves.
Brair flapped her wings, she screeched, mingling into the group of owls heading to the tornado of fire, she kept close to Athena and her mentor. Her dusty golden eyes reflecting the flames, she kept them straight ahead, her eyes observing her surroundings.
Tacita screeched, her small wings flapping, she screeched a warning to the Guardians. She could tell they were Guardians, the Pure-Ones were staying still. Were they planning an ambush? The small pygmy owl screeched again, her small body barrel-rolling, she targeted the three perched figures, aiming to knock them from their perch. She screeched another warning before closing her eyes.
(I forget the colours, I am using for Apollo, Brair, and Hedwig. XD)