Name: Fang
Breed/Appearence: Skinny, (Like a leghorn) Golden. Flight feathers are white.
Sex: Female
Any abnormal things: She has yellow eyes, and she's partially nocturnal.
Life Story: Fang is still very young. Not a chick, but she still feels like a pullet. She is worried about the responsibilities of adult hood. Can be annoying at times but even those who she annoys still secretly can't hate her. She came into the flock as a chick. She doesn't think her name fits her personality.
Fang stepped out of her burrow, looking up at the stars. Hearing a noise, she turned around.
Eerie, stepping out of her hollow, blinked groggily at Fang. “Fang? What are you doing up? You should get back to sleep. I’m just getting some dew-soaked leaves for Toad. He’s thirsty.” She mumbled, weighed down with instinctive sleepiness.