Separated from the flock

Inspired by this: [link]

"Come on, guys," The leader chatot, Granith said, "I must show you our new nesting location!"

The chatot behind him made chirps of obediance. Except for one, one that seemed too slow to keep up with the others. She was desperately trying to keep up, flying over the sea that appeared to be crystal clear with her wings flying 100 times a second. It wasn't enough, and the others didn't seem to notice the struggling comrade.

"Is it the most perfect place in the world, like you said?" Another chatot asked the leader.

"Oh, it is so perfect...even more amazing than Arceus's throne itself." Granith mused, now drifting over plains of sand, "It's warm all year round...we won't have to migrate anymore!"

"Wow, neat!" All of the chatot close to him chirped.

"Guys..." The slow chatot panted, "Wait up..."

But nobody heard her. The flock continued flying off, seeming to become smaller and smaller in the slow chatot's eye. She gave a sigh as she drifted over the sand that Granith had just been flying over a couple on minutes ago, and desended to the ground.

The chatot looked up to the sky with a sigh, and walked over to the endless grassland. She hoped that she would find a place where she would not be left and forgotten, a place where she'd be given all the care she needed for once.

Ahh, the story makes no sense. This is Ruffled before TROFAF.

Anybody want me to do other characters?

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