What to do, what to do? The poor male paced around the mossy ground, pink and white paws slipping ever now and then in his rush. Orange eyes glanced up into the dark leaves of the trees, hoping to see his clan there, making a joke of hiding from him. But no one was there. Did they really leave him here? Tiny wings shuddered at the idea. Sure they were a quiet clan, but they always considered each other. No, he must have just missed them. But where?
Akio gave a whimper, ducking his head in his paws for a moment to think.
