Those sisters of mine sure are fast.  By the time I reached the forest edge, I had lost track of their yellow feathers.  Ignoring the slight pride of their physical abilities, I truly am worried.  I'm pretty sure a single day isn't enough for all those predators to leave the area, which means they could be walking into danger.

I run into the woods, trying to remember all the different dangers I had seen yesterday.

'First thing would be the mouse I guess.' I thought to myself, skirting around a tree, 'Though it was only the same size as me, so the three of them should be fine if they encounter one.  Those bigger birds I saw in the sky won't fit in the forest well, so I don't have to look up every once and awhile.  Err, ah crap I don't remember anything else.'

It was a tense situation after all, and my mind hadn't focused on the far away threats at the time.

'Okay memories, tell me what I'm likely to find in a beech frenzy..."  I focused, ". . .Crabs are out; so are anything nocturnal.  Lizards maybe, or perhaps a bigger rodent?  Too may things to remember at once."

Lost in my thoughts, my foot caught a branch and sent me flying into a tree.  I can't rub my head with my stumpy wings, so I turn to give an annoyed stare at the offending branch.

Wait.......wait.......

Ah frack it's a snake.

The former branch was giving me an annoyed stare as well, though it seemed a little more borderline hungry than angry.

"ssss, Well what do we have here?  A little ssssnack for me so early?"  It hissed as it lazily got up.

Fuck this shit I'm out.  Unlike what a normal chick would have done, I already knew better than to look into that thing's eyes.  I'm flying into the forest before it eve realizes I've escaped.  The hiss of anger behind makes me chuckle.

The whole 'Medusa' effect thing was forefront in my memories, so no way in hell I'm looking into a snake's eyes without protection.  Still, that was a close encounter there.  I need to pay more attention to my surroundings than to my thoughts.

Speaking of, how am I suppose to find my siblings if I can't track?  I awkwardly pause at this realization.  'Hm, well the're hungry, so the're heading to food."  Great, now how do I find food?  Memories are worthless in this situation, so come one animal instinct!

Anything?  Instincts? . . .Methinks I don't have any.

"Hey Blue, where are my animal instincts?"

Intelligence and wisdom replaced your natural instincts for the most part.  Living in the wold for a few years should return them to you

"Okay then.  Any advice on how to find food?  How about a location clue, or a direction?"

I know as much as you do about this world, so I have no use as a reference.  What are you looking for for food?

Right, forgot he's a newborn too.  Well, that last question was insightful.  What do chick's eat?  Bugs, or maybe fruits I think.  Actually, I bet what I choose to eat will be one of those evolutionary affecting factors.  Which means. . .

"Blue, what is the food preference of the typical first evolution of a chick?"

Grubs.  Interesting, how did you know to ask me this?

"Something you mentioned before about monster and sentient differences.  From what you've said so far, you have the innate knowledge of evolution forms, though you can't tell me how to reach them or what they are until I satisfy certain criteria.  I got lucky you could tell me about food preference though."

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Trait acquired: InsightfulAbility to see things others can't.  Improved detection and logic abilities

". . .Now that's just peachy.  Let's see if I can use this to my advantage."

Looking around, I found that I could see little details that weren't apparent before: tiny breaks in the leaves, my footsteps, the little noises around me,  Not tracking of course, but I could take my environment in better than before.  Detective chick is on duty; okay another weird memory thing there.

Anyway, I knew grubs would found best in a place with dead trees.  Dead trees would be holes in the forest canopy, so my best bet would be to climb a tree and look around.  Of course, that was easier said than done.

Considering my short wings with no claws, I need to somehow climb a rather large tree with only my feet.  The lack of low branches made jumping an impossibility, so I was left with two plans.

'One, two, three!'  I thought as I ran at the tree.  At top speed, I tried to jump and run up the tree.  My old nemesis physics denied me of that possibility, so I was left watching stars run around my head after body slamming a tree.

Needless to say, that was a dumb idea.  Also a painful one.  Next, I tried just walking up the tree.  I made it two steps before my leg strength failed and I fell down.  Thankfully, that didn't hurt me this time.

While cursing my weakness, my ears picked up on distant cries.  My sisters were in trouble!  I zero'd in on the direction and ran as fast as my feet would carry me.  I dashed past trees, jumped over sticks, and ran through a few bushes.  I was panicking inside, and my fatigue disappeared in the rush.  

A few more trees later, and I sped into a clearing with a large dead tree in the middle.  Sure enough, a weasel like thing was swiping at the dead tree, where the cries were coming from.

"Big brother, help us!" I heard one of them cry out from within.  The weasel thing nodded as it swiped and dug.

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"I hope your big brother comes too.  You chicks are much too small to fill my belly by yourself."  At least this predator wasn't fricking evil like that mouse, it was just hungry.

Of course, I was still going to kick it's ass.  I hadn't slowed down upon entering the clearing, and I decided now was a perfect time to try my first tree climb maneuver on the weasel.

In other words, I dropped kicked the damn thing.  Unlike the mouse, which was about my size, the weasel was maybe 3-4 me's; and it was not paying attention to anything around it.  So a creature running at top speed at 1/5 it's size drop kicks it straight in the middle of it's body.  It bent over in a perfect 'U' shape around me as we both went flying, and I saw my sisters as I sailed by the hole.

. . .Where did the 10/10 signs come from?  Not that I mind the score, but seriously?

Wait, never mind I'm hallucinating from the battle rush.  How do I know this?

Trait acquired: Battle RushWhen entering battle in a heightened emotional state, senses may create hallucinations to better represent the battle in your mind.  Stats increase by 110%

Yup, I am now a battle day dreamer.  Not really, as only the little things are affected and nothing about my opponent changes; just the background.  Back to me; the weasel and I went tumbling into the dirt.

I recovered first and got up to my feet.  The weasel eyed me as it slowly got up, it's face grimacing in pain as it did so.  "So you're the big brother huh?  Have to admit, you really got me with that blow."  He gave me a rueful grin, "As much fun as fighting you would be, I really am hungry, so could you please roll over and die for me?"

What is with this world and animals asking their opponents to die easily?  "Um, no.  I like life, especially my life and that of my sisters.  Why are you so hungry anyway; didn't you eat enough of my brethren yesterday?"

The weasel gave an awkward cough, "Yeah, I overslept and missed out on all the fun."

Awkward silence ensues,  "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I cock my head at him, "Well, sucks to be you I suppose.  You can't eat us without a fight."

He shrugged, "Oh well, I tried."  With that, I found myself flying backwards into the dead tree.  Striking faster than I could see, his tail knocked all my air out as I slammed full force into the dying deciduous.  Shoot, I think that's blood coming from my mouth.  The weasel is walking over lazily toward me.  His whole demeanor screams cocky, and it really irks me I can't get up and beat the smug look off his face.

'Well, nice to meet you big brother.  Bon appa. . . Ow!"

Just as the thing stretched it's jaws around me, he shot back and cried out in pain.  The sight before me honestly surprises me; my little sisters are wrapped around his neck and body, digging their little spikes into him and holding on for dear life.  The weasel thing is twisting and turning to try to get them off, but they are refusing to let go.

"Leave him alone stupid fluffy!"  cried out Red, her little body trembling in fight.

"Big brother took care of us, so we'll take care of him!"  I think that was Black that time.

"Ow, geez, crap, ow!  Let go you stupid fuzzballs!"  The weasel managed to grab a hold of one, and threw her into the dead tree behind me.  I heard a thud, but couldn't see her.

My sister!  The battle rush feeling robbed me of my pain as I stood up awkwardly.  I trembled as I gather my strength into my legs.  The weasel had dislodged another sister and she landed to my right, rolling to her side and not moving.  He was working on my last sister when I got my legs to move again.

He held her in his claw as he hissed at her, watching her struggle in his grasp.  A peek of wing revealed her to my Brown, and she gave her captor a defiant look as she trembled in fear.

"Any last words you little annoyance?"  He asked her.

I didn't hear what she said, but saw as his mouth descended on her.  Of course, that was the only chance I had.  As his mouth came down on her, pinned to the ground by his hand, I shot my body straight up into his mouth and into his throat.  His body size was 3-4 me's, but I was counting on my size to choke him, or at least allow me to hook into his throat and claw him to death.  

As it turns out, he wasn't prepared for this suicide attack.  I lodged my self firmly in his throat, my feet sticking out and my head inside.  It was as gross as one would have expected.  Even worse, he starting choking, and I got a full whiff of weasel breath as he tried to dislodge me.  His legs were too short to reach inside and pull me out, so his only hope was coughing.  Nasty ass breath needs a breath mint.  Oh wait, he won't need it soon.

I used my legs to brace myself by grabbing onto the sides of his mouth, and eventually his chokes began to decrease in strength.  Slower, and slower, until finally I couldn't feel him breathing anymore.  I waited until the notification pooped up.

You have one a battleYou have killed a Sand WeaseDropkick acquired

Charge Attack acquired

Eating Danger acquired

Battle Lover acquiredKicking Proficiency increased

Aerial Proficiency increased

Great, I killed a. . .Sand Wease?  Naming system seems to suck still.  Anyway, it appears I'm stuck.  Hope my sisters get me out before I suffocate too.