Fallen Feathers -A Chicken Roleplay

[Cluckcluck1215]

“Sorry Mongoose.” Amber apologized grudgingly.











“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.

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.

Who would lead us?

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

"Chameleon deserves to be bad-mouthed." Mongoose replied, haughtily. "He's not a very good leader, he hasn't a single clue how to keep this flock together after Owl."
She switched her gaze to Daybreak, frowning. "Chameleon could be anywhere. Probably sleeping. But, as far as I know, we would need permission to leave." She then proceeded to roll her eyes, shaking her feathers. "But who needs permission? We're free, we can do whatever we want."

 

[danceswithronin]

"Chameleon deserves to be bad-mouthed." Mongoose replied, haughtily. "He's not a very good leader, he hasn't a single clue how to keep this flock together after Owl."
She switched her gaze to Daybreak, frowning. "Chameleon could be anywhere. Probably sleeping. But, as far as I know, we would need permission to leave." She then proceeded to roll her eyes, shaking her feathers. "But who needs permission? We're free, we can do whatever we want."

"Can't argue with that logic." Especially since she was throwing his own logic back in his face. Daybreak shook out his feathers as if coming to a decision. He wasn't sure he trusted Mongoose, but he had to admire her moxie. If Chameleon is our leader, how come it is the other rooster crowing at dawn and not him? Why is our leader sleeping when the sun isn't? He thought Mongoose was right - Chameleon couldn't be much of a leader. Even the others could barely muster a word in his defense except Amber, and Daybreak thought she might defend any other bird in the flock the same way. She just seemed loyal that way.

"You say there is plenty of water near the volcano. Can you lead us to it? Maybe we can find better territory near there. If we do, the flock elders will have to see the value in that. I'm not afraid of the jungle." He looked at Amber and Turtle. "Will you stay or go? I wouldn't blame you for staying. But something needs to be done, and all this talking is doing is putting the sun higher in the sky. At least if we find something, we'll have something worth talking about to the others. And I'm not in the mood to wallow like a goose in a mud puddle for my morning drink. I want to see what this water Mongoose speaks of looks like."

(OOC: I will wait for Amber and Turtle to respond if y'all want before moving forward.)

 

[Amer]

"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?"

Turtle shrunk even further and mumbled a rather disconnected statement. "Oh, sorry to bother you..." He ducked his head. Mongoose always intimidated him, and he really didn't like her -or her ideas- very much. And the way she talked always sent an angry shiver down his back.
She shouldn't be challenging Chameleon's ways. I don't care how bad he is. "I don't know about going into the jungle. There might be predators there..."
He had good reasons to be afraid. On this side of the island most of the predators had been killed by men, according to Feathers. Who knew what was out there?
When Mongoose's glare fell on Turtle along with an avalanche of disapproved, Turtle cringed. "Uh... forget I said anything..."

 

[Amer]

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

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

(accepted. And yes, please make her... )

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Can't argue with that logic." Especially since she was throwing his own logic back in his face. Daybreak shook out his feathers as if coming to a decision. He wasn't sure he trusted Mongoose, but he had to admire her moxie. If Chameleon is our leader, how come it is the other rooster crowing at dawn and not him? Why is our leader sleeping when the sun isn't? He thought Mongoose was right - Chameleon couldn't be much of a leader. Even the others could barely muster a word in his defense except Amber, and Daybreak thought she might defend any other bird in the flock the same way. She just seemed loyal that way.

"You say there is plenty of water near the volcano. Can you lead us to it? Maybe we can find better territory near there. If we do, the flock elders will have to see the value in that. I'm not afraid of the jungle." He looked at Amber and Turtle. "Will you stay or go? I wouldn't blame you for staying. But something needs to be done, and all this talking is doing is putting the sun higher in the sky. At least if we find something, we'll have something worth talking about to the others. And I'm not in the mood to wallow like a goose in a mud puddle for my morning drink. I want to see what this water Mongoose speaks of looks like."

Turtle shrunk even further and mumbled a rather disconnected statement. "Oh, sorry to bother you..." He ducked his head. Mongoose always intimidated him, and he really didn't like her -or her ideas- very much. She shouldn't be challenging Chameleon's ways. I don't care how bad he is. "I don't know about going into the jungle. There might be predators there..."
He had good reasons to be afraid. On this side of the island most of the predators had been killed by men, according to Feathers. Who knew what was out there?
When Mongoose's glare fell on Turtle along with an avalanche of disapproved, Turtle cringed. "Uh... forget I said anything..."

Mongoose was positive her heart stopped a beat. She had achieved what she wanted: she got another bird to join her little inner circle. This is my chance to take control!
Despite her inner excitement, she kept on her cold, yes curious, façade on, her face and body betraying nothing.
Suddenly, Turtle spoke, and her beak snapped around sharply to pin her assaulting glare on the other bird. She didn't say anything, instead letting her death-glare rest on the young bird for a achingly long time, before looking away back to Daybreak, her calm, judging, cold, curious façade back on once more.
"Lead you to the volcano, you say?" She mused, resuming her pacing. "Yes, yes, I could. You are right, little roo, something does need to be done." And I'll be the one to do it.
"We don't need Chameleon's permission," she stopped in front of Daybreak, her mask shattering as her eyes glimmered with triumph. "Because if we ask, he'll just try and keep us here. Don't you think, little roo?"

 

[Amer]

Mongoose was positive her heart stopped a beat. She had achieved what she wanted: she got another bird to join her little inner circle. This is my chance to take control!
Despite her inner excitement, she kept on her cold, yes curious, façade on, her face and body betraying nothing.
Suddenly, Turtle spoke, and her beak snapped around sharply to pin her assaulting glare on the other bird. She didn't say anything, instead letting her death-glare rest on the young bird for a achingly long time, before looking away back to Daybreak, her calm, judging, cold, curious façade back on once more.
"Lead you to the volcano, you say?" She mused, resuming her pacing. "Yes, yes, I could. You are right, little roo, something does need to be done." And I'll be the one to do it.
"We don't need Chameleon's permission," she stopped in front of Daybreak, her mask shattering as her eyes glimmered with triumph. "Because if we ask, he'll just try and keep us here. Don't you think, little roo?"

Turtle's heart beat faster. These were lies! Slander! Turtle let the flock go wherever it liked! The only reason they didn't go in the jungle was because it wasn't safe!
This Mongoose character made everything Chameleon did seem wrong.
There he stood, able to expose the truth with a few words. But his beak felt stuck together, mouth to dry to form words, as though Mongoose's stare had turned him into ice. "Buh..."
His gaze wandered to his feet and he kicked himself for his inability to speak.

 

[Amer]

Starling jumped down from the tree, casting a mildly interested glance in Mongoose's direction. But she no sooner had trotted away, in search of water. If she headed in the direction of the Rock of Voice, there was a waning stream still slowly trickling. Even that, however, was just sucking off the very dredges of mountain water, and barely worth the trip. Still, she reasoned, perhaps a walk would clear her head.

 

[Amer]

Name: Mockingbird
Age: 9 months
Gender: f
Rank: hen, though she only started laying recently
Physical Attributes: tiny pea comb and beak with yellow legs. A petite hen with a gamey appearance. Red duckwing
Personality: perky, teasing, likes kids. Everything Turtle wishes to be, and has social flair. A little bit vain, but everyone likes her for her friendly manner. Naturally inquisitive.
History: a bit boring. Raised by Feathers.
Family: Turtle is her biological brother
Mate/crush: open
Chicks: no
Other:
Username: @AMERAUCANAS4REAL

 

[Thing2]

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.



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.

"Chameleon deserves to be bad-mouthed." Mongoose replied, haughtily. "He's not a very good leader, he hasn't a single clue how to keep this flock together after Owl."
She switched her gaze to Daybreak, frowning. "Chameleon could be anywhere. Probably sleeping. But, as far as I know, we would need permission to leave." She then proceeded to roll her eyes, shaking her feathers. "But who needs permission? We're free, we can do whatever we want."

"Can't argue with that logic." Especially since she was throwing his own logic back in his face. Daybreak shook out his feathers as if coming to a decision. He wasn't sure he trusted Mongoose, but he had to admire her moxie. If Chameleon is our leader, how come it is the other rooster crowing at dawn and not him? Why is our leader sleeping when the sun isn't? He thought Mongoose was right - Chameleon couldn't be much of a leader. Even the others could barely muster a word in his defense except Amber, and Daybreak thought she might defend any other bird in the flock the same way. She just seemed loyal that way.

"You say there is plenty of water near the volcano. Can you lead us to it? Maybe we can find better territory near there. If we do, the flock elders will have to see the value in that. I'm not afraid of the jungle." He looked at Amber and Turtle. "Will you stay or go? I wouldn't blame you for staying. But something needs to be done, and all this talking is doing is putting the sun higher in the sky. At least if we find something, we'll have something worth talking about to the others. And I'm not in the mood to wallow like a goose in a mud puddle for my morning drink. I want to see what this water Mongoose speaks of looks like."

(OOC: I will wait for Amber and Turtle to respond if y'all want before moving forward.)

Turtle shrunk even further and mumbled a rather disconnected statement. "Oh, sorry to bother you..." He ducked his head. Mongoose always intimidated him, and he really didn't like her -or her ideas- very much. And the way she talked always sent an angry shiver down his back.
She shouldn't be challenging Chameleon's ways. I don't care how bad he is. "I don't know about going into the jungle. There might be predators there..."
He had good reasons to be afraid. On this side of the island most of the predators had been killed by men, according to Feathers. Who knew what was out there?
When Mongoose's glare fell on Turtle along with an avalanche of disapproved, Turtle cringed. "Uh... forget I said anything..."

Mongoose was positive her heart stopped a beat. She had achieved what she wanted: she got another bird to join her little inner circle. This is my chance to take control!
Despite her inner excitement, she kept on her cold, yes curious, façade on, her face and body betraying nothing.
Suddenly, Turtle spoke, and her beak snapped around sharply to pin her assaulting glare on the other bird. She didn't say anything, instead letting her death-glare rest on the young bird for a achingly long time, before looking away back to Daybreak, her calm, judging, cold, curious façade back on once more.
"Lead you to the volcano, you say?" She mused, resuming her pacing. "Yes, yes, I could. You are right, little roo, something does need to be done." And I'll be the one to do it.
"We don't need Chameleon's permission," she stopped in front of Daybreak, her mask shattering as her eyes glimmered with triumph. "Because if we ask, he'll just try and keep us here. Don't you think, little roo?"

Turtle's heart beat faster. These were lies! Slander! Turtle let the flock go wherever it liked! The only reason they didn't go in the jungle was because it wasn't safe!
This Mongoose character made everything Chameleon did seem wrong.
There he stood, able to expose the truth with a few words. But his beak felt stuck together, mouth to dry to form words, as though Mongoose's stare had turned him into ice. "Buh..."
His gaze wandered to his feet and he kicked himself for his inability to speak.

Starling jumped down from the tree, casting a mildly interested glance in Mongoose's direction. But she no sooner had trotted away, in search of water. If she headed in the direction of the Rock of Voice, there was a waning stream still slowly trickling. Even that, however, was just sucking off the very dredges of mountain water, and barely worth the trip. Still, she reasoned, perhaps a walk would clear her head.

“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.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Turtle's heart beat faster. These were lies! Slander! Turtle let the flock go wherever it liked! The only reason they didn't go in the jungle was because it wasn't safe!
This Mongoose character made everything Chameleon did seem wrong.
There he stood, able to expose the truth with a few words. But his beak felt stuck together, mouth to dry to form words, as though Mongoose's stare had turned him into ice. "Buh..."
His gaze wandered to his feet and he kicked himself for his inability to speak.

“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.”

"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!"