*Eyes Of The Phoenix* A Wild Chicken RP

[the_peanut_coop]

Fern hesitated, then said, "Maybe you could get Jay some good food? Berries, perhaps? I would stay, but I need to make a nest. I can feel the first egg coming."

Fang backed out of the burrow, exited. She had seen a fantastic berry bush earlier.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Fang backed out of the burrow, exited. She had seen a fantastic berry bush earlier.

"Good." Said Fern. "Jay, let's get out of this dark hole." She helped move her into the sunlight by some young pullets.
"I'll check in later." she promised, head already filling with dreams of chicks and eggs and nesting as she walked away.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Fern walked a ways into a meadow where she could still see her flock. She collected some sweet-smelling fuzzy leaves, long soft grasses, and some bendy vines. Holding them in her beak, she ran back to the burrow she had chosen and arranged them into a lovely nest. She decided she needed some more fuzzy leaves, so she fluttered back to the meadow to grab them. Filling her beak with them, she turned to head back. That was when she saw it.
A splatter of yellow, with a piece of blue eggshell in it.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Fern gasped. A...piece of an egg? She looked around. She saw black feathers scattered around. How had she not noticed them?
This couldn't be good..
She saw broken twigs and flattened grass near a large bush, and more eggshells spread around. She ran around the side of the bush and....nearly stepped on the carcass of a dead hen. Her blood was spattered everywhere. Her black feathers were caught on twigs and grasses. Her face was twisted into a violent scowl, frozen in place by death.
She was very, very dead.
And there was red fur caught between her claws. Fox fur. This hen had fought a FOX? What in the world....

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Fern stared at the dead hen. There was something about her..
Her fierce expression. The way her wings were spread. The fur in her claws. She had been protecting something with her life. What could she have been protecting so strongly? Fern's mind felt fogged, cloudy. There was something...something she had seen. What was it?
Unable to look at the bloody, dead hen any longer, Fern slowly stepped backwards. Something crunched under her foot. She gasped and whirled around.
Eggshells. Eggshells. This hen had been nesting.
And a fox killed her.

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Name: Web

Breed/Appearence: Silver-laced Wyondotte

Sex: Female

Any abnormal things: N/A

Life Story: Strong maternal instinct. Her family died as a chick. She hopes to have a nest and chicks of her own one day but she doesn't have a roo to father them. 1.5y old

Web winced as she saw the pullets helping Jay out of her burrow. Poor Jay. Web ran up to Jay, fussing around her. "Are you alright, Jay?


I'll wait for approval

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Fern, nearly hyperventilating at this point, ducked under the bush where the dead hen's nest was. Thank goodness there was no blood in here...but it was still terrible.
Blue shells and goop were splattered everywhere. The fox had ruined everything; there was no surviving eggs she could see. Inspecting an egg that was nearly whole, with one side crushed, she found that there was no sign of development. The eggs must have been very newly laid. She sighed. How offputting, she thought, seeing a dead mother just as she was preparing to brood. But she could feel the first egg traveling through her body; she would need to lay it soon. Very soon.
As she turned to flee this horrid scene, something caught her eye. The gleam of a blue shell, half-hidden by grasses. Could it be..?
She carefully moved the grasses off the shell and gasped.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Fern, nearly hyperventilating at this point, ducked under the bush where the dead hen's nest was. Thank goodness there was no blood in here...but it was still terrible.
Blue shells and goop were splattered everywhere. The fox had ruined everything; there was no surviving eggs she could see. Inspecting an egg that was nearly whole, with one side crushed, she found that there was no sign of development. The eggs must have been very newly laid. She sighed. How offputting, she thought, seeing a dead mother just as she was preparing to brood. But she could feel the first egg traveling through her body; she would need to lay it soon. Very soon.
As she turned to flee this horrid scene, something caught her eye. The gleam of a blue shell, half-hidden by grasses. Could it be..?
She carefully moved the grasses off the shell and gasped.

Her mind racing, Fern tucked the single unbroken blue egg under her wing and left the nest. It was a fresh egg, likely fertile. She could raise it with her own. Her heart swelled. This murdered hen could still have a chick, even if she wasn't alive to meet it. Yes, yes. That was what she would do. She would hatch this little blue egg and bring a chick into the world. She stopped by the body of the mother on her way out. She was beautiful. Her bloodied black feathers were glossy and iridescent, even in death. Her features were delicate, yet something about her belied her inner strength. Her chick would be beautiful. Fern laid a cluster of wild lilies on her torn chest.

Then she walked off, with the blue egg tucked beneath her wing.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

( @Lacy Duckwing if you have time I'm sure it would be great to see the reaction of birds in Emberflock to their leader's disappearance! )

 

[TheOddOneOut]

(Oop my tag didn't work. @Lacy Duckwing )