Turtle scanned the undergrowth. There. He saw a small black and white cockerel crouched in a bush with an orange one. Frosty and Robin! He didn’t want to give away his position, but he was fairly certain mongeese? Mongooses? -He thought he’d heard it was mongooses-
Mongooses can’t climb trees.
“Up here!” He said, waving frantically at the huddled forms, making their location fairly obvious to any predators.
The relentless mongoose growled and slunk over to the bush where the cockerels were hiding.
Frosty's eyes widened. "Robin! You pumpkin-looking cockerel! We have to get away!" He shook his friend with a wing.
Robin blinked, then looked at Frosty with a terrified expression. "Oh-okay," he mumbled. Frosty scrambled out of the undergrowth and launched himself into the air. The mongoose hissed and leapt forward, its claws barely brushing Frosty's tail feathers. Frosty landed, looking quite shaken, in a branch below Turtle. Frosty turned around to stare at Robin urgently, shouting, "Now, Robin! It's distracted!"
Robin thrust himself out of the tangled bushes with a clumsy heave. He got ready to fly when he realized, to his horror, that his leg was tangled in the vines. He tugged at it, panic filling up his chest. "Oh, feathers, please..." he muttered, his voice rising a bit as the foot continued to be stuck.
"Robin!" Turtle shouted. Oh I sure am glad I'm not down there with him right now. He's a goner for sure.
Turtle's legs shook as the mongoose slithered towards the bush, gnashing it's fearsome teeth.
The cockerel was still flapping and struggling. Turtle's eyes smacked shut.
I can't watch. A coward, that's what I am.
Amber looked frantically between Robin and the others. “We have to do something!” She exclaimed, standing up. Taking a deep breath, she began squawking and flapping as loud as she could in a desperate attempt to claim the attacker’s attention. Who cares if I look like a looney. If this helps him than so be it.