Fallen Feathers -A Chicken Roleplay

[danceswithronin]

(working on my response for this)

 

[Amer]

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.

( I wrote Mongoose. I meant Mockingbird.)
Mockingbird was given an inadequate response, so she frowned and stalked off, not goading him further. It was about time for her breakfast, anyways. She would try to find something a little more fulfilling than those scrawny ants, though.
Was it possible to open one of those nice, ripe coconuts?
~
Feathers fluffed her dark feathers as she entered the clearing. Her feathers felt strange and empty with no chicks cuddled beneath them. She spotted a skinny, familiar shape pecking at bugs in solitude. "What are you doing here, Chameleon? Why aren't you with the rest of the flock?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Name: Eagle
Age: 4 years old
Gender: M
Rank: Cock
Physical Attributes:
MediBang's out of commission for me atm, heh.

He's a big boy indeed. Plumage is really just a mess of varying reds; his defining feature is really his comb. Also, his voluminous fluffy thighs are not to be surpassed.
Personality: Surprisingly, he's got the brawn and the brains. Patient enough to plot and strong enough to carry through with it- a dangerous combination indeed. Becomes even more imposing when he opens his beak. Appreciates respect and his fair share of fawning compliments. And if he doesn't get either, the offending individual might be discreetly persuaded to reconsider. Believes in a solid, well-led poultry patriarchy and the flock right now is certainly anything but that. So he's steadily striving to...fix...that.
History: It's chock-full of worthy accomplishments that have gotten him nowhere.
Family: Uh
Mate/crush: Uh
Chicks: Uh
Other: Lemme think about this
Username: HeavensHens88

 

[Amer]

Name: Eagle
Age: 4 years old
Gender: M
Rank: Cock
Physical Attributes:
MediBang's out of commission for me atm, heh.
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He's a big boy indeed. Plumage is really just a mess of varying reds; his defining feature is really his comb. Also, his voluminous fluffy thighs are not to be surpassed.
Personality: Surprisingly, he's got the brawn and the brains. Patient enough to plot and strong enough to carry through with it- a dangerous combination indeed. Becomes even more imposing when he opens his beak. Appreciates respect and his fair share of fawning compliments. And if he doesn't get either, the offending individual might be discreetly persuaded to reconsider. Believes in a solid, well-led poultry patriarchy and the flock right now is certainly anything but that. So he's steadily striving to...fix...that.
History: It's chock-full of worthy accomplishments that have gotten him nowhere.
Family: Uh
Mate/crush: Uh
Chicks: Uh
Other: Lemme think about this
Username: HeavensHens88

(Accepted)

 

[LavvyTaffy]

I will join and I will not forget

I
W I L L
J O I N

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

I
W I L L
J O I N

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT

 

[LavvyTaffy]

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT

YES I'M MAKING MY FORM NOW

 

[Amer]

YES I'M MAKING MY FORM NOW

(Yay! And I may not accept right away bcuz school requires early waking even on Fridays. )

 

[LoveMyChickenBabies]

( I wrote Mongoose. I meant Mockingbird.)
Mockingbird was given an inadequate response, so she frowned and stalked off, not goading him further. It was about time for her breakfast, anyways. She would try to find something a little more fulfilling than those scrawny ants, though.
Was it possible to open one of those nice, ripe coconuts?
~
Feathers fluffed her dark feathers as she entered the clearing. Her feathers felt strange and empty with no chicks cuddled beneath them. She spotted a skinny, familiar shape pecking at bugs in solitude. "What are you doing here, Chameleon? Why aren't you with the rest of the flock?"

He looked up, hearing Feathers voice. "Erm... I was about to go join them." He muttered. He started walking toward the flock, knowing that if he didn't go join them willingly, Feathers would make him.

 

[LavvyTaffy]

Name: Agate
Age: 3 Years, 8 Months, 2 Weeks, and 5 Days old.
Gender: Male
Rank: Cock
Physical Attributes:

Modern Game Bantam/Hamburg, with the typically long legs. White with black peppering all over.
Personality: Often contradicts himself, approachable, blunt and to the point, selfless (mostly because he doesn't think he deserves anything), sarcastic at times.
History: Legs
Family: Legs
Mate/crush: Legs
Chicks: Legs
Other: Everyday is leg day.
Username: ChickenCowboy02