Fallen Feathers -A Chicken Roleplay

[Amer]

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."

"Well, who do you support?" Turtle returned, changing his answer into a question so that his new acquaintance wouldn't flare up like the other chickens always seemed to do. Just because they had disagreeing opinions! Why would that ever justify the hate they would give?
"You don't know him? He's the leader," Turtle said dumbly.
Turtle frantically searched for a more intelligent answer. "He's Feathers' son. You should ask her if you want to know more. She's not popular with the whole flock. But she's better than Mongoose." Turtle sighed as he let that part about Mongoose slip out. He didn't feel like explaining that whenever he heard her talk he felt like digging a hole to hide in. But then she'd probably bury me out of spite.

 

[Thing2]

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.

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."

"Well, who do you support?" Turtle returned, changing his answer into a question so that his new acquaintance wouldn't flare up like the other chickens always seemed to do. Just because they had disagreeing opinions! Why would that ever justify the hate they would give?
"You don't know him? He's the leader," Turtle said dumbly.
Turtle frantically searched for a more intelligent answer. "He's Feathers' son. You should ask her if you want to know more. She's not popular with the whole flock. But she's better than Mongoose." Turtle sighed as he let that part about Mongoose slip out. He didn't feel like explaining that whenever he heard her talk he felt like digging a hole to hide in. But then she'd probably bury me out of spite.

Amber cast Mongoose a little fierce glare and scampered after the two roosters, doing her best to catch up. She froze for a second to listen for them and thought she heard voices up ahead, so she plunged on, the shadows cast by the rising sun on the undergrowth frightening her whenever a warm breeze stirred the plants.

 

[LoveMyChickenBabies]

Chameleon blinked as the rays of the sun reached his nest inside of a hollow tree. He grumbled slightly, annoyed at himself for sleeping so late. He stretched his wings and legs with a sigh. Then he hopped onto the ledge of the entrance to his nest and looked around, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with Eagle today. While he was thinking, he spotted a caterpillar and ate it. He shook out his feathers then jumped into the meadow below, ready for the day.

 

[Amer]

Chameleon blinked as the rays of the sun reached his nest inside of a hollow tree. He grumbled slightly, annoyed at himself for sleeping so late. He stretched his wings and legs with a sigh. Then he hopped onto the ledge of the entrance to his nest and looked around, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with Eagle today. While he was thinking, he spotted a caterpillar and ate it. He shook out his feathers then jumped into the meadow below, ready for the day.

Mockingbird rose with her regular flourish, voice thoroughly rested for her daily tangent of incessant questions and constant cackling. Never one to be intimidated by something so inapplicable as rank, she approached Chameleon fearlessly. "Hey, Chameleon!" she chirped, not waiting for his surely mundane reply. "Have you seen Turtle? Has el oso finally learned to wake up from his hibernation on time?" She laughed and pecked at a particularly appetizing looking pebble at her feet.

 

[LoveMyChickenBabies]

Mockingbird rose with her regular flourish, voice thoroughly rested for her daily tangent of incessant questions and constant cackling. Never one to be intimidated by something so inapplicable as rank, she approached Chameleon fearlessly. "Hey, Chameleon!" she chirped, not waiting for his surely mundane reply. "Have you seen Turtle? Has el oso finally learned to wake up from his hibernation on time?" She laughed and pecked at a particularly appetizing looking pebble at her feet.

"No, I haven't seen Turtle." He informed her, his eyes searching around the meadow for Eagle and planning out ways to keep away from him for the day. He stretched his wings then decided that Eagle wasn't in the meadow. He scratched at the ground a little bit, looking for some worms or other appetizing things for his morning meal.

 

[Amer]

"No, I haven't seen Turtle." He informed her, his eyes searching around the meadow for Eagle and planning out ways to keep away from him for the day. He stretched his wings then decided that Eagle wasn't in the meadow. He scratched at the ground a little bit, looking for some worms or other appetizing things for his morning meal.

(@HeavensHens88 last call to play Eagle)
Mockingbird, miffed at being ignored, sidled up to Turtle. "And what are you doing right now to be a productive member of the flock? Assembling an army of ants to silence the dissenters? Or are you just having your breakfast while dozens of others are looking for ways to usurp you? I've heard Eagle is doing marvelous things out there." Mockingbird's shrill voice dripped with sarcasm.
She'd seen Feathers say that to him before and he had visually cringed. So she repeated the words, and was quite satisfied by the results. Chameleon turned quite itchy and uncomfortable in a moment, avoiding her inquisitive eyes.

 

[Amer]

@HeavensHens88

 

[HeavensHens88]

@HeavensHens88

HELLO

 

[Amer]

HELLO

(Hi! )

 

[LoveMyChickenBabies]

(@HeavensHens88 last call to play Eagle)
Mockingbird, miffed at being ignored, sidled up to Turtle. "And what are you doing right now to be a productive member of the flock? Assembling an army of ants to silence the dissenters? Or are you just having your breakfast while dozens of others are looking for ways to usurp you? I've heard Eagle is doing marvelous things out there." Mongoose's shrill voice dripped with sarcasm.
She'd seen Feathers say that to him before and he had visually cringed. So she repeated the words, and was quite satisfied by the results. Chameleon turned quite itchy and uncomfortable in a moment, avoiding her inquisitive eyes.

He continued to focus on the ground, ignoring her comment about his brother. He kept scratching at the ground, hoping to avoid Mongooses eyes. He found some bugs, so he pecked at them, hoping they would just leave him alone so he didn't have to deal with their teasing.