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Starved and Revived

    So this book has two parts: Starved, and then revived. I will put a caption in bold and italics (like this), so that you know which parts are which.
   
    Starved

    Oh great. Two days on this island and I'm already out of food. Not that I had much to begin with anyways.
    After a while on the island, a few seagulls came to land on the water. I snatched them right up. Before they even knew what was coming. Long live the seagulls. I thought sarcastically. But now that the seagulls weren't returning, the other seagulls must have figured out why, because they weren't coming to the island anymore.
    I started to search for ground food. I smelled. I looked. I listened. Still, there was nothing. What am I expecting? I thought furiously. A goat to appear out of nowhere? I growled. How was I supposed to live?
    The answer was right under my snout the whole time.

    A few days later I was searching, again, for food. There was still nothing. Of course. Then my nose picked up something I had ignored for days.
    An answer!
    I picked up the sap that was dripping down a tree. I thanked the tree for it. I did that in memory of Pine's friend Sundew, who had an ability called 'leafspeak'. Apparently she could hear the whispers of trees and help them grow or something. Pine had said she had some too, but not as powerful as Sundew's.
    After I licked a little of the sap, I climbed a short tree. My wing was healed, so now it wouldn't be in pain and I could lift it, but I still couldn't fly because it was still torn. But I was able to climb.
    I put the sap on top of the tree, then climbing down. Soon, birds began to arrive. They were no doubt confused on what the smell was. As they landed down into the sap, I suddenly leapt up the tree from my perch and blew cold air on the sap. In an instant it was dry, with the birds stuck in them.
    It wasn't my normal way of hunting, and it was cruel to the poor birds who had their feet stuck. It was also unfair because the prey didn't get a chance to run away. But that was what I had to do to survive.

    After finally eating my fill, I looked at the trees again. Wait a minute. There are enough trees here for me to build something. I smiled as an idea popped into my head. I started gathering wood, placing them in a neat way. I then dove under the water, and just as I suspected, the sap did come off and so did my wing healing thing, but it was fine. My wing was fine.
    I grabbed some kelp from the water and dragged it up with me. I used it to tie up the logs.

    A while later I pushed the logs into the ocean and I put some weight on top of it. The weight was as heavy as me.
    Long story short: the logs sunk.
    I sighed. So I won't be flying then. "Great." I finished my thought out loud. I set a few more sap traps and waited for the birds to come flying.

    Revived

    A few days later I decided it would be a good idea to try to fly. It wasn't...at the beginning. A few more days past, however, and eventually I could fly. Ugh, why do I feel like a dragonet who just learned how to fly? It's how the stages of me getting back in the air went. Take off, glide, land, take off again, flap, dive.
    I growled quietly to myself and got ready for the flight that was ahead of me, this time ready for storms or anything. I flapped my wings, and with a gust of air, I was gone from the island that served me well, gone from the sap that provided me with food in a way, gone from the place I had stayed so long at. Gone from the place that held the memories.
    I was back on my way home.

    WHY AM I BECOMING A LATE-UPDATER? IT'S LITERALLY 10:30 (PM) OR SOMETHING.
    Anyways, see you all in the next chapter. Bye!!!