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[Delta1_05]

That's a great drawing!

BrookChick watched the rooster. "Having a personal dilemma there?" she asked, trying to be cheerful. "You needn't worry about our safety, if that's what it is, we have some great fighters around the place and it sounds like we have a lot more spirit than this BlackClan, which is ultimately what would see a team through a battle, not strength or numbers."

She coughed. "How's that powder looking? I can see a bit of sheen on your wings already..."

 

[crazyaboutchickens]

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umm, a couple of months now.

 

[BirdNut]

Thank you, Felta!!

He sighed as he attempted to put his worries behind him, and smiled at the little pullet. "Thank you again for treating me. It is definitely helping, I must admit that it itches a tad."

 

[crazyaboutchickens]

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(Marichi-phalam)

Thank you!

"... Marichi phalam." she finished off, coughing slightly. "It should work sooner or later, although it does always take a few days. Excellent regenerating properties." (I'm making this up, btw. where is crazy?)

i rarly ever am on past 6:30.

 

[Delta1_05]

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No problem

She frowned. "Itching... I never knew that was a side effect." *notes it down in her medical journal*

"But as I said, don't worry about it. Whatever happens, I'm sure everyone here'll stick by you."

 

[BirdNut]

He furrowed as he smiled, an expression of ambivalence. "Thank you." he repeated.

 

[BirdNut]

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He swore he heard something and extended is neck toward it; with the remainder of his hearing, there was an almost inaudible rustle. He briskly glanced over the brush before turning back to Brook, "Farewell young lady, I must rest." he said to her, and he walked to an old, gnarled Oak, which he politely chose because it was outside of their border. He felt he was not a member, and to invite himself to their hospitality would be inconsiderate.

Goodnight!

 

[Delta1_05]

BrookChick looked a little confused at his sudden departure, but waved him off anyway. "Goodnight, sweet dreams. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you stayed in here-" but he was already gone.

 

[Attack Chicken]

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He swore he heard something and extended is neck toward it; with the remainder of his hearing, there was an almost inaudible rustle. He briskly glanced over the brush before turning back to Brook, "Farewell young lady, I must rest." he said to her, and he walked to an old, gnarled Oak, which he politely chose because it was outside of their border. He felt he was not a member, and to invite himself to their hospitality would be inconsiderate.

Goodnight!

"Not to often seeing another elderly out here" the white hen spoke to him as he settled into roost.

 

[BirdNut]

His eyes widened, I look that old? Wow, I didn't realize how bad off I really was! "It is not often at all, my lady," he agreed, but he cocked his head at both her comment and her presence. "But I am not an elder," he chuckled, "Just aged only physically, by war and by stressors."