//oh boy, here we go again
he has an injury on the back of his head, and it's bleeding - he's not in danger of dying of blood loss tho
also he's not wearing a button hat yet that'll come later

A rough ride didn't begin to describe it. Everything hurt, from his- um... t-to his... what? What happened? No, nevermind, he couldn't remember. It hurt really bad, though. A skinny neck trembled with a swallow. Dark, beady eyes cracked open, squinting against the harsh invasion of filtered sunlight and blurred, swaying surroundings. Ugh. The room refused to fall still, and it was making him nauseas. Eyelids squeezed shut again.

The small dark form waited silently for his senses to pull themselves out from the murky darkness. He could feel grass underneath him, tickling his face and feet. A breeze tugged gently at him and chilled the back of his head. Various creatures chirped and chittered around him. Daringly, he opened his eyes again. Blurry shapes began to settle into focus. Forest...? When did he go into the forest?

Rolling onto his belly, he pushed himself up onto spindly gray legs, stumbled, then fell back down. A hiss of breath escaped his mouth. Something didn't feel right. His body didn't feel right. But he couldn't place what was off. Attempt number two. Legs straightened and his body rose from the ground. Swaying in an almost comical, drunken way, he fell back onto his butt. His feet. He stared at his feet, still squinting as if he had just woken from a deep sleep. They didn't look right. But they didn't look wrong, either. What was wrong?

He tried to rub the back of his head, which throbbed with a painful headache. Wait, no, he can't reach. Why did he try? Dark, glossy feathers unfolded as he spread one of his wings. Yeah, wings. Wings... He blinked. Yeah, yeah- wings. That was fine. Wasn't it? He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, but he was really, really sleepy. There wasn't enough energy for him to care. Feathery chest puffing out with a breath, he settled back into the grass and let his eyes slip shut again.

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Despite the noises of wildlife around him, giving him an anxious feeling, he couldn't bring himself to get up and go home. Which way was home from here? Why couldn't he remember? He felt like crying, but no tears would come. Eyes blinked open again just in time to see an orange shape come closer and closer. The sense of danger didn't register until he heard the voice, clear as day. There was hardly a pause before a much larger creature followed, and his eyes widened in horror. Unable to form words, the only sound to escape his body was a harsh caw. His feet scraped at the ground as he tried to scoot away.

The bird trembled and his chest quivered with quick breaths. His sluggish mind was struggling to process the words being spoken to him. They were so big- he was scared... he didn't want to die. Fear was swamping his confusion. Animals don't speak. Do they? Was this normal? It had to be- he couldn't see why it wouldn't be. "I-I-" Words struggled to form a sentence as they slipped from his beak. A third creature joined the party, but his eyes were still locked on the lion, who made him flinch as he roared. He was going to die- he was going to die-

"D-don't," he whimpered softly, cowering into his wings. Tears finally began to well and spill. "I-I-I don't want to d-die," he hiccuped hoarsely. His head was throbbing, he was scared, he was dizzy- why wouldn't it stop?

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More and more animals were showing up, crowding around him and looking down at him, some hungrily. He couldn't stop shaking. That was a hyena, and he watched the drool dripping from its mouth. They all wanted to eat him. Such a thought was foreign in his mind, but at the same time, it made sense. Confusion continued to rack his mind. Why didn't anything make sense?

Another forest dweller approached the scene, increasing the dread that sat heavily in his belly. He had almost come to terms with the fact that he was about to die, despite the persistent fear. But- this cat was telling them to back off. How- how would that work? They were all so much bigger than her. And how does a cat have antlers?

A moment of silence passed, and he was still alive. To his surprise, the lion obeyed the newcomer and moved back. The crow looked around at the overbearing animals again, the movement making his vision swim. He swallowed again and scooted a little closer to the antler-cat. "My... name?" he spoke pitifully. Another lapse of silence. It was then that it clicked, everything that was wrong. That was the problem. He didn't know. "I-I don't know," he whimpered. Another tear fell on the grass. "I can't remember." Did he ever have a name?