Chicken Story Game--Closetree island

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Aug 5, 2012
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I know I've tried this before, but I want to try it again.
This is a game where you add on to the story everyone else is written. This is not a roleplay, you don't have to create a character, can use any character at any time, and don't really have to commit to the game like you do an RP--you can make one or two posts, then leave. But please PM me before doing anything drastic--injuring another chicken, going broody and hatching eggs, ect.
Rules:
1. All BYC rules
2. PG at the VERY most.
3. No taking complete control of things. You can use any charecter at any time, but leave some things up to other people. Plot twists are fine, but PM me if it is a huge, drastic, twist.

to create a character, use this form (the things not in bold are optional)

Name:
Age:
Breed:
Physical description or picture:
Pecking order level (Can be high, med or low.)

Personality:
History:
Friends/family:
Other:

Post the character on the thread, and I will put it on the character's page. No need to wait for appoval

Plot/background

The chicken hatchery was abandoned when the town was evacuated to get away from the forest fires. Some of the most valuable chickens were saved, but 200 were left in four different coops. The birds managed to escape, and walked for three days until they found a place that was safe from fires--an island in the middle of a lake, Closetree island. They found an old rowboat on the lakeshore, and twenty at a time, went over to the island, and then four rowed back, and picked up then next batch...
The story begins the morning after the chickens arrive. It is early summer.

Map



The island is more of an egg shape than that...

Light green--meadow
Dark green--forest
brown--mountans
Blue--water
 
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Name: Trillium
Age: 3 months

Breed:Mix (hybrid vigor research project)
Physical description or picture: Brown hen with three white feathers in a circle on her back
Personality: Shy, anxious, jumpy, sweet
History: Part of a hybrid vigor research project at the hatchery.
Friends/family: None on the island--she was brought in from a farm quite recently
Other:
Pecking order level: somewhat low.

Trillium awoke to a rooster's crow. She didn't want to open her eyes, another long day of walking was ahead. She forced her eyelids open and then started. She had forgotten that there would be no more hard, long, walking, they had reached their destination. There was plenty of food on the island. And water. She remembered the second day of their journey, when there was very little water. Trillium knew they would have to work hard to survive--but with food and water, she didn't care. Trillium yawned, listening to the cacophony of crowing of the roosters
 
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Name:Rosemary
Age: 2
Breed: Old english game bantam
Physical description or picture: Looks like a normal old english bantam
Pecking order level (Can be high, med or low.) medium
Personality: very calm, laid back, relaxed
History: Went broody at the hatchery and was not allowed to raise chicks, but adopted a brood out of her eggs when they escaped. Carried them to island on her back when they were too tired to walk.
Friends/family: Daughter is cilantro, has 2 other children
Other:

Name: Cilantro
Age: 3 weeks
Breed: Old English Game Bantam
Physical description or picture: still a chick, very small
Pecking order level (Can be high, med or low.) still a chick, not obvious yet
Personality: constantly moving, talking, hyperactive
History: was born at the hatchery 3 weeks ago
Friends/family: Her mother is Rosemary
Other:

Rosemary arose from the nest she had found for herself and her chicks. It was in a fir tree, on a low branch, where the branch met the tree. There was a big dent in the branch, a perfect size to be a nest. She Flew down, and began to scratch out a breakfast for her chicks from, the brush on the ground. She dropped a moulthful of insects into the nest "breakfast in bed this morning" she told the chicks. They deserved a treat after that horrid walk.
 
Name:Wingshy
Age: 2 months
Breed: buff orpington
Physical description or picture: bright orange, perfect body, adorable!
Gender:female
Pecking order level (Can be high, med or low.) medium
Personality: funloving, sweet, smart, pure,loved by all chickens, very shy
History:had been an abused chicken; not fed or watered for weeks, now officially healthy
Friends/family: engaged to Bubbles
Other:
 
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Name: Bubbles
Age: 2months
Breed:Serama
Physical description or picture: beautiful shiny black feathers, large round wattles and handsome single comb
Pecking order level (Can be high, med or low.) high
Personality: cute, big ego
History:comesfrom a pure breed family
Friends/family: engaged to Wingshy
Other:
 
Trillium flew down from the tree, and began to forage. She was not a practiced forager, but she had been surviving on foraged, dead plants for the past three days. It was easier foraging here, with everything fresh, green, and not smelling of smoke. The chickens, which seemed to be a ragged, unkempt crew the previous day, now seemed bright and full of vitality. A rooster (Which one Trillium wasn't sure) crowed for all the chickens to convene at the center of the meadow. She started toward the shore, yawning and stretching.

Rosemary had wanted to let her chicks have a rest, but the rooster wanted the hens to convene at the shore. She sighed, and told the chicks to get on her back. Away she went, from the forest where they had roosted to the spot in the meadow, a lower spot. Most of the chickens were already there.
 
Trillium flew down from the tree, and began to forage. She was not a practiced forager, but she had been surviving on foraged, dead plants for the past three days. It was easier foraging here, with everything fresh, green, and not smelling of smoke. The chickens, which seemed to be a ragged, unkempt crew the previous day, now seemed bright and full of vitality. A rooster (Which one Trillium wasn't sure) crowed for all the chickens to convene at the center of the meadow. She started toward the shore, yawning and stretching.

Rosemary had wanted to let her chicks have a rest, but the rooster wanted the hens to convene at the shore. She sighed, and told the chicks to get on her back. Away she went, from the forest where they had roosted to the spot in the meadow, a lower spot. Most of the chickens were already there.
Ethel was getting bored of the dead plants and such so she was very happy to have fresh grass.She followed the remaining flock to the shore with the other chickens.
 

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