Blue Jay

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For Sideways_Cat

The blue jay flapped his wings helplessly, his foot caught in the spikey brambles. He struggled as he felt the thorns cutting deeper into his twig-leg. However, hope returned to him when he saw something shiny near the bramble bush.

Sticking out of the ground was a smooth stick that split into smaller sticks at the end. It was laying on the ground and just within reach. Blue stretched out and grabbed the stick with his beak. He stuck the end with a bunch of sticks into the dirt, securing it in the ground. He held onto the other end and pulled himself out of the bush. His wing caught on a thorn as he freed himself, scratching it badly. Blue winced as he fell onto the ground, next to the odd stick. 

He stood up on wobbly legs and tested his wing. It was scratched badly and he didn't think he would be able to fly for a day or so. He limped towards the stick and picked it up again. It was large, but not heavy, and Blue found he could move it around easily. 

Blue limped towards a nearby tree, he didn't know what might be around that would want to eat him. He carried his stick with him. It might be helpful if he couldn't fly away.

Night was falling and Blue was desperately trying to climb the tree. He couldn't get higher than the first low branch and that wouldn't be enough to keep him safe.

Blue heard something rustle behind him. He turned and saw a young cream-coloured cat stalking towards him. Blue squeaked and tried to jump higher again but his foot slipped and he fell out of the tree. He landed softly beside his stick on the ground, and he hurriedly picked it up and brandished it like a weapon. The cat lunged towards him and Blue twisted to the side and jabbed the end of the stick with the spikes into the cat's face. It yowled and ran back to the bushes.

Blue was breathing hard. He didn't know where would be safe to stay. He tested his wing and found it was doing better than last time and he could fly short distances. He carried his fork with him as he fluttered up the tree to his nest. He dropped his stick in a crevice where it wouldn't blow away and quickly fell asleep.

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