Fallen Feathers -A Chicken Roleplay

[Amer]

“Chameleon wouldn’t mind if we just went to look, I’m sure. He objects to us moving, that’s all. And the jungle is dangerous!” Amber argued, casting a glance at Turtle. “There could be predators, know one knows what’s in there.”

Turtle nodded, wishing he had the guts to say that, but rather glad Amber had.

"And there, my pretty little hen, is the reason Chameleon is a bad leader." Mongoose whipped around to face the young pullet, face stoic. " 'He objects to us moving, that's all!' " Her voice rose to a very high-pitched squeak, obviously a very bad imitation of Amber. "And him objecting us moving is putting us in danger!" She snapped, her eyes like daggers. "We are loosing water fast, and sooner or later we'll be like sitting ducks without any water!"

Again, with the weird way of talking! Turtle thought. She's not your "pretty little hen," that's Amber!
I guess I'll just have to eat a lot of juicy fruit. Turtle shook the thought out of his head and glanced at the mockingly cloudless blue yonder. All the fruit was shriveled, what fruit was left, that was.
He wished hopelessly that the millions of liters crashing relentlessly on the Hawaiian shores would be palatable at least for a day. Then this complaining would end.

 

[Thing2]

"And there, my pretty little hen, is the reason Chameleon is a bad leader." Mongoose whipped around to face the young pullet, face stoic. " 'He objects to us moving, that's all!' " Her voice rose to a very high-pitched squeak, obviously a very bad imitation of Amber. "And him objecting us moving is putting us in danger!" She snapped, her eyes like daggers. "We are loosing water fast, and sooner or later we'll be like sitting ducks without any water!"

Turtle nodded, wishing he had the guts to say that, but rather glad Amber had.

Again, with the weird way of talking! Turtle thought. She's not your "pretty little hen," that's Amber!
I guess I'll just have to eat a lot of juicy fruit. Turtle shook the thought out of his head and glanced at the mockingly cloudless blue yonder. All the fruit was shriveled, what fruit was left, that was.
He wished hopelessly that the millions of liters crashing relentlessly on the Hawaiian shores would be palatable at least for a day. Then this complaining would end.

Amber puffed her feathers up around her small frame in anger, casting a very unthreatening picture. “I’m not anyone’s ‘pretty little hen’ and I’m not saying that we don’t have a water problem!” She clucked indignantly, forgetting who she was conversing with. “I’m just saying that whether or not you think he’s a strong leader or not, Chameleon is fair. He’s not gonna stop us from exploring. I disagree with his indecisiveness but I don’t think he’s stupid. I’m sure he has valid reasons for wanting to stay.” She finished, ruffling her feathers.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Amber puffed her feathers up around her small frame in anger, casting a very unthreatening picture. “I’m not anyone’s ‘pretty little hen’ and I’m not saying that we don’t have a water problem!” She clucked indignantly, forgetting who she was conversing with. “I’m just saying that whether or not you think he’s a strong leader or not, Chameleon is fair. He’s not gonna stop us from exploring. I disagree with his indecisiveness but I don’t think he’s stupid. I’m sure he has valid reasons for wanting to stay.” She finished, ruffling her feathers.

"Oh yes, valid reasons," Mongoose replied caustically. "There are no valid reasons other then these stupid trees and logs that are sentimental to the other birds." She flung a outstretched wing in the direction of the Roosting Tree. Stupid pullet. She doesn't have a clue what she's talking about.
"The longer we stay here, the longer we are in danger of having absolutely no water. It's drying up by the day!"

 

[Amer]

"Oh yes, valid reasons," Mongoose replied caustically. "There are no valid reasons other then these stupid trees and logs that are sentimental to the other birds." She flung a outstretched wing in the direction of the Roosting Tree. Stupid pullet. She doesn't have a clue what she's talking about.
"The longer we stay here, the longer we are in danger of having absolutely no water. It's drying up by the day!"

"We don't even know there is water out there..." Turtle mumbled. "Maybe you should investigate before you..." he broke off.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"We don't even know there is water out there..." Turtle mumbled. "Maybe you should investigate before you..." he broke off.

"Before I what, little roo?" Mongoose hissed, staring him down.

 

[Amer]

"Before I what, little roo?" Mongoose hissed, staring him down.

Little roo? Roo? He was a cock, for goodness sake.
Turtle realized he was bigger and rose above the brown hen. He glared at her, afraid of the words on his tongue, and Mongoose's snakelike tone. Before you make accusations. And chickens shouldn't be able to hiss, that just isn't natural.
Turtle held his breath, standing and staring down at this hen, prepared to fire some charged words at her. Instead he turned his head and squinted his eyes shut. "Nevermind. I'll leave."
Instead of running away in embarrassment like he so wanted to, Turtle found himself walking purposefully forward. Right past Mongoose, shoving her a bit maybe.
In the opposite direction from where he expected to be.
Walking right into the jungle.

 

[Amer]

Drop fluffed his blue-and-white feathers as the vermilion sun began to climb the sky. He felt an achingly familiar emptiness at his left side. When he was first Sapphire's mate, they spent all their time together. But since Sapphire had become a broody, she was always busy, right in her nest. And recently, she had been absent more and more often. Drops thought it had to do with That Hen. He didn't like the way Sapphire seemed to blindly follow Mongoose, like her words alone would give them water.
Now he didn't mind Mongoose, but was a bit bothered by the way she used water as a head against Chameleon, or her failure to act upon her words.
Drop shook his head and went off to find Sapphire in her nest (@RoostersAreAwesome)

 

[danceswithronin]

Turtle held his breath, standing and staring down at this hen, prepared to fire some charged words at her. Instead he turned his head and squinted his eyes shut. "Nevermind. I'll leave."
Instead of running away in embarrassment like he so wanted to, Turtle found himself walking purposefully forward. Right past Mongoose, shoving her a bit maybe.
In the opposite direction from where he expected to be.
Walking right into the jungle.

Daybreak watched the exchange between the other chickens silently. All of this strife seemed like an old wound, something that had rolled into motion way before he had landed on the island.

He was surprised to see the larger cock brush past Mongoose and stride out towards the edge of the clearing where it met the jungle's undergrowth. After a few seconds of hesitation and a glance at both Amber and Mongoose, he followed Turtle out, moving up to keep pace with him and looking up at the larger bird.

"So I guess we're doing this?" he said, speaking once they had pulled ahead of the others. He cast a look back over his shoulder to see if the hens would follow their lead. He spoke low enough that only Turtle would hear him. "Do you even know where we're going?"

 

[Amer]

Daybreak watched the exchange between the other chickens silently. All of this strife seemed like an old wound, something that had rolled into motion way before he had landed on the island.

He was surprised to see the larger cock brush past Mongoose and stride out towards the edge of the clearing where it met the jungle's undergrowth. After a few seconds of hesitation and a glance at both Amber and Mongoose, he followed Turtle out, moving up to keep pace with him and looking up at the larger bird.

"So I guess we're doing this?" he said, speaking once they had pulled ahead of the others. He cast a look back over his shoulder to see if the hens would follow their lead. He spoke low enough that only Turtle would hear him. "Do you even know where we're going?"

"I don't know," was the best answer that Turtle could give.
Turtle was suddenly aware that he had subconsciously stopped, standing at full alert, long neck raised. After a quick glance around he began walking again, hoping that no one else would follow.
He turned his wary gaze towards the treetops, where the canopy was climbing higher and higher above their heads.
It was just birds, their calls eerily floating through negative space.
As he began walking again, Turtle grew apprehensive of every shadow lurking in the corner of his eye, and any sudden noise slowed him down.

 

[danceswithronin]

"I don't know," was the best answer that Turtle could give.

Nobody knows anything around here, Daybreak mused. Where is water? Who is the Leader? How do we move forward?

When Turtle stopped Daybreak did as well, freezing except to crane his long wiry neck higher to see if he could spot any danger. Nothing obvious jumped out at him except for the fact that it was generally dangerous to be in the undergrowth like this - there were no real sight lines on the forest floor, no obvious paths of escape should they be ambushed, and the wind rustling in the vegetation made Daybreak's feathers stand on end. When Turtle started forward again, Daybreak followed him. It wasn't long before he cast a look over his shoulder and the clearing of the Roosting Tree was gone, eaten by shadows. The hens had fallen behind as well, as far as he could tell.

As they went on though, he felt himself beginning to relax slightly, keeping pace. The high canopy of the jungle offered at least some respite from the heavy warmth of the sun continuing to rise up in the sky, and a breeze was blowing the scent of jungle flowers.

"So you support Chameleon?" Daybreak said, as much to break the increasingly heavy silence as anything else. "I don't know him. But that hen seemed to feel pretty strongly about him."