Fallen Feathers -A Chicken Roleplay

[danceswithronin]

“He can be annoying sometimes.”

Daybreak looked at her, cocking his head with a wry expression. His first response wanted to be something scathing, but he didn't know the dynamics of the flock well enough to start making enemies right off - he decided to play it cool, just to be safe. Annoying or not, the larger rooster seemed pretty high on the order.

"Seems harmless enough," he replied, with a cool air of noncommitment. For now, he thought silently to himself.

Suddenly another darker, older hen hopped down from the tree amongst them, miffed.

"Quit the inane chatter," Moongoose growled, amber eyes glitter. "You're waking hens who would like to sleep while the sun is just barely up."

Daybreak turned to look at her. "We're sorry," he said, with guarded politeness. "We were just discussing the water issue." Until we were rudely interrupted by that big chuff. He looked to the other cockerel standing with them, who looked at least more friendly than the one who had insulted them. "The creek is getting low." And what are we going to do about it? He left the unasked question hanging between them.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Daybreak looked at her, cocking his head with a wry expression. His first response wanted to be something scathing, but he didn't know the dynamics of the flock well enough to start making enemies right off - he decided to play it cool, just to be safe. Annoying or not, the larger rooster seemed pretty high on the order.

"Seems harmless enough," he replied, with a cool air of noncommitment. For now, he thought silently to himself.

Suddenly another darker, older hen hopped down from the tree amongst them, miffed.



Daybreak turned to look at her. "We're sorry," he said, with guarded politeness. "We were just discussing the water issue." Until we were rudely interrupted by that big chuff. He looked to the other cockerel standing with them, who looked at least more friendly than the one who had insulted them. "The creek is getting low." And what are we going to do about it? He left the unasked question hanging between them.

"Well, why are you telling me?" Mongoose huffed. "Go tell our precious Chameleon," the hens voice was bitter, her eyes narrowed. "Since he's so high and mighty, he'll know what to do."

 

[danceswithronin]

"Well, why are you telling me?" Mongoose huffed. "Go tell our precious Chameleon," the hens voice was bitter, her eyes narrowed. "Since he's so high and mighty, he'll know what to do."

"If he's so high and mighty, shouldn't he be telling us what to do about it?" Daybreak answered, mystified. He'd never been in a flock, had never taken orders or given them. He ruffled up his feathers a little. He didn't have any authority in the flock to tell anyone what to do, but he knew they couldn't do nothing at all.

"There has to be somewhere easier to find water than that dried-up old streambed," Daybreak said. "If we went out into the jungle, we might find something better." Or we might find a mongoose. Either or.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Name: Frosty
Age: 5 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Cockerel
Physical Attributes: Has OEGB, cochin, and sebright in him. Just a little bigger than an OEGB. Lightly feathered pink legs.
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Personality: Talks too much, gets distracted easily, nosy, friendly, a bit naive, clever when he wants to be, tells jokes that only make sense to him, acts perpetually cheerful to cover up sadness
History: His father died of disease, his mother was killed by a predator. Raised by a stern broody (probably Sapphire), his brother disappeared soon after his father died.
Family: Dead and presumed dead
Mate/crush: Nope
Chicks: Nope
Other:
Username: @RoostersAreAwesome

(Personality added)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

No takers? I guess I have to make him...
Name: Eagle
Age: 5
Gender: m
Rank: Cock
Physical Attributes: pea combed gold duckwing rooster. Muscular and large.
Personality: Believes might is right. Constantly challenging Chameleon's ways. And the whole rest of his family. Eagle holds a big grudge on feathers, and blames Chameleon for everything. Actually a very influential speaker, in strong contrast to his younger brother. Probably the only good trait he inherited from his dad.
Kinda rude, ambitious, and untrustworthy, but not in public, and definitely not in front of his followers. There he reasons that they could find a better world as they build in strength.
History: To say he was upset when he found out about Owl's dying wish would be an understatement. Immediately afterward he shunned his mother and his brother for this, but his sisters would not empathize with him. He had been "too ambitious" his parents said. Eagle thought it was just their way of setting up an unfair playing field for him. After all, before now the leader had always been voted in by the flock. What was this, some kind of dynasty? If so, why wasn't he-the oldest son- included in it? From then on, he was driven by anger, and left reason in his past.
Family: Owl father, Feathers mother, Starling sister, Sapphire sister, Chameleon brother. He also had another brother, but not much is said about him, or his death at just 6 days old.
Mate/crush: he had a mate, but she left him.
Chicks: open
Other: I couldn't just make him evil. The scariest thing about evil people is they aren't all evil, no matter how they try to forget it. No matter what, they have a conscience, no matter how ruthlessly shattered it is.
Somewhere, you may find that artist who wasn't very good and just let hunger for power consume him for that stupid reason.
Username: @AMERAUCANAS4REAL

(I decided that I don't want Sapphire to be their sister, but I'll make her if you want.)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"If he's so high and mighty, shouldn't he be telling us what to do about it?" Daybreak answered, mystified. He'd never been in a flock, had never taken orders or given them. He ruffled up his feathers a little. He didn't have any authority in the flock to tell anyone what to do, but he knew they couldn't do nothing at all.

"There has to be somewhere easier to find water than that dried-up old streambed," Daybreak said. "If we went out into the jungle, we might find something better." Or we might find a mongoose. Either or.

"Yes, little roo, shouldn't our dear leader tell us what to do?" Mongoose mused. "Near the volcano has lots and lots of water, but...it's so far to just go there to drink. But, oh, our precious Chameleon doesn't think it's a good idea to move there." She eyed the young cock curiously, her feathers ruffling slightly at the idea that another chicken, a outsider no less, might think her ideas were good..."what do you think, little roo? Shouldn't we move closer to the volcano, where there is more water?"

 

[danceswithronin]

"Yes, little roo, shouldn't our dear leader tell us what to do?" Mongoose mused. "Near the volcano has lots and lots of water, but...it's so far to just go there to drink. But, oh, our precious Chameleon doesn't think it's a good idea to move there." She eyed the young cock curiously, her feathers ruffling slightly at the idea that another chicken, a outsider no less, might think her ideas were good..."what do you think, little roo? Shouldn't we move closer to the volcano, where there is more water?"

Daybreak glanced briefly at the other chickens gathered, then looked to the mountain that loomed ominously to the north.

"Why shouldn't we move?" he asked. "If it's a place with water and this is a place with none, what use is there to stay? Why stay in a dying place? There are other trees to roost in, new nests can be found." He shook his head. "It doesn't make sense. You're all free. You can go anywhere you want. Why would you only stay in one place?"

He regarded the older hen cautiously. Something in her manner was suspicious, a cunning that made him leery, but he couldn't argue with her logic. "Whether or not he thinks it's a good idea, we can't drink mud. And it won't be many more days before that's all there will be here. The water that's left is almost gone. I think we should go, or stay and die with the creek."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Daybreak glanced briefly at the other chickens gathered, then looked to the mountain that loomed ominously to the north.

"Why shouldn't we move?" he asked. "If it's a place with water and this is a place with none, what use is there to stay? Why stay in a dying place? There are other trees to roost in, new nests can be found." He shook his head. "It doesn't make sense. You're all free. You can go anywhere you want. Why would you only stay in one place?"

He regarded the older hen cautiously. Something in her manner was suspicious, a cunning that made him leery, but he couldn't argue with her logic. "Whether or not he thinks it's a good idea, we can't drink mud. And it won't be many more days before that's all there will be here. The water that's left is almost gone. I think we should go, or stay and die with the creek."

Mongoose regarded the small Cockeral with interest, and if chickens could smirk, she would. Smart little thing, she mused, for a rouge.
"Interesting, interesting," she cooed, pacing restlessly in front of the young bird. The golden light of the sun bathed her feathers, warming her from the cold night. "Yes, yes, why should we stay in one place? Chameleon holds onto sentimental things, it seems. Not to much of a good quality in a leader, no, no..." She rambled quietly, still eyeing the younger roo. He obviously was a intelligent bird, and he could see they needed to move. Could he see that we need a better leader?
"So, little roo, you really think we should leave, mhm? Who would lead us, though? Obviously not Chameleon, seeing as he is to sentimental to let go of this place...not experienced enough to be leader..."

 

[Thing2]

Dawn crashed over the lands, dying the island the colors of the sunrise. Darkness bled into violet ,violet into gray, and gray into purple, orange and yellow. Bleeding colors morphed and mixed until bright blue drenched the sky, clear yellow and orange sun hiding just behind the treeline.
A hen's eyes snapped open suddenly, her small form pressed against the thick, rough bark of a massive tree. Inane chatter filled her ears, rousing her from a peaceful sleep.
Mongoose hauled herself to her feet, shaking her brown-gold feathers. The sun was just touching the tree line, but it was enough to drench the land with dawn light. With a growl of annoyance of being awoken, the hen leapt from the tree, landing gracefully beside two idle adolescents she recognized as Turtle and Amber.
"Quit the inane chatter," Moongoose growled, amber eyes glitter. "You're waking hens who would like to sleep while the sun is just barely up."

“Sorry Mongoose.” Amber apologized grudgingly.

Daybreak looked at her, cocking his head with a wry expression. His first response wanted to be something scathing, but he didn't know the dynamics of the flock well enough to start making enemies right off - he decided to play it cool, just to be safe. Annoying or not, the larger rooster seemed pretty high on the order.

"Seems harmless enough," he replied, with a cool air of noncommitment. For now, he thought silently to himself.

Suddenly another darker, older hen hopped down from the tree amongst them, miffed.



Daybreak turned to look at her. "We're sorry," he said, with guarded politeness. "We were just discussing the water issue." Until we were rudely interrupted by that big chuff. He looked to the other cockerel standing with them, who looked at least more friendly than the one who had insulted them. "The creek is getting low." And what are we going to do about it? He left the unasked question hanging between them.

"Well, why are you telling me?" Mongoose huffed. "Go tell our precious Chameleon," the hens voice was bitter, her eyes narrowed. "Since he's so high and mighty, he'll know what to do."

"If he's so high and mighty, shouldn't he be telling us what to do about it?" Daybreak answered, mystified. He'd never been in a flock, had never taken orders or given them. He ruffled up his feathers a little. He didn't have any authority in the flock to tell anyone what to do, but he knew they couldn't do nothing at all.

"There has to be somewhere easier to find water than that dried-up old streambed," Daybreak said. "If we went out into the jungle, we might find something better." Or we might find a mongoose. Either or.

"Yes, little roo, shouldn't our dear leader tell us what to do?" Mongoose mused. "Near the volcano has lots and lots of water, but...it's so far to just go there to drink. But, oh, our precious Chameleon doesn't think it's a good idea to move there." She eyed the young cock curiously, her feathers ruffling slightly at the idea that another chicken, a outsider no less, might think her ideas were good..."what do you think, little roo? Shouldn't we move closer to the volcano, where there is more water?"

Daybreak glanced briefly at the other chickens gathered, then looked to the mountain that loomed ominously to the north.

"Why shouldn't we move?" he asked. "If it's a place with water and this is a place with none, what use is there to stay? Why stay in a dying place? There are other trees to roost in, new nests can be found." He shook his head. "It doesn't make sense. You're all free. You can go anywhere you want. Why would you only stay in one place?"

He regarded the older hen cautiously. Something in her manner was suspicious, a cunning that made him leery, but he couldn't argue with her logic. "Whether or not he thinks it's a good idea, we can't drink mud. And it won't be many more days before that's all there will be here. The water that's left is almost gone. I think we should go, or stay and die with the creek."

Mongoose regarded the small Cockeral with interest, and if chickens could smirk, she would. Smart little thing, she mused, for a rouge.
"Interesting, interesting," she cooed, pacing restlessly in front of the young bird. The golden light of the sun bathed her feathers, warming her from the cold night. "Yes, yes, why should we stay in one place? Chameleon holds onto sentimental things, it seems. Not to much of a good quality in a leader, no, no..." She rambled quietly, still eyeing the younger roo. He obviously was a intelligent bird, and he could see they needed to move. Could he see that we need a better leader?
"So, little roo, you really think we should leave, mhm? Who would lead us, though? Obviously not Chameleon, seeing as he is to sentimental to let go of this place...not experienced enough to be leader..."

“You know you can discuss the water issue without badmouthing Chameleon.” Amber spoke quietly, looking directly at Mongoose. The older hen was and had always been too conniving for Amber feel at ease around her. “Besides, many here feel the same as him. We’ve been here for so many generations that it would be difficult for many, especially the older flock members, to leave. I’m not denying that we need to do something, I just wish we could do it in a less disruptive manner...” She added, trailing off.

 

[danceswithronin]

Mongoose regarded the small Cockeral with interest, and if chickens could smirk, she would. Smart little thing, she mused, for a rouge.
"Interesting, interesting," she cooed, pacing restlessly in front of the young bird. The golden light of the sun bathed her feathers, warming her from the cold night. "Yes, yes, why should we stay in one place? Chameleon holds onto sentimental things, it seems. Not to much of a good quality in a leader, no, no..." She rambled quietly, still eyeing the younger roo. He obviously was a intelligent bird, and he could see they needed to move. Could he see that we need a better leader?
"So, little roo, you really think we should leave, mhm? Who would lead us, though? Obviously not Chameleon, seeing as he is to sentimental to let go of this place...not experienced enough to be leader..."

Daybreak stood still, allowing the dark hen to size him up. He didn't understand the necessity for sentimental things. His entire life he had been shuffled from one cramped bamboo cage to another, with just enough grain, grass, and water to keep body and soul together. He had never owned anything or been kept in one place too long.

"Do we need his permission to at least look and see?" Daybreak asked, looking to Amber and Turtle, trying to gauge their opinions on the matter. "If we go exploring and find no safe place closer to water, we'll be no worse off than we are now. If we do nothing, we gain nothing."

He turned back to look at the jungle and paced forward a bit, pecking at a beetle in the grass more as a distraction than anything else before gazing at the brush again. He knew his silvery white and black feathers would stand out against the undergrowth like a beacon. It would be dangerous to go alone.

“Besides, many here feel the same as him. We’ve been here for so many generations that it would be difficult for many, especially the older flock members, to leave. I’m not denying that we need to do something, I just wish we could do it in a less disruptive manner...”

Daybreak looked to her. "All the generations mean nothing though if the flock dies out here. There will be no more eggs without decent water. It would be hard to move, that's true, but there are harder things. Famine is one."

Who would lead us?

"Where is Chameleon?" Daybreak said, turning back to Mongoose. "We need to speak of this. As a flock." And not behind his back.