~<>~ Fight or Flight ~<>~ (A Wild Chicken Roleplay)

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Valor didn't pick sides, so he said "really I don't mind picking berries, it gets me out of the stuffy camp."
 
Valor clucked in acknowledgement of Winter being a rooster he was actually keeping a watch on his surroundings. She was 60 paces away.
 
Petal scoffed at both of them. "Just because you're a Warrior or used to be, doesn't mean you can't find food for your flock. Perhaps that's the way Goldenfeather sees it, but not me." She quickly shut her beak, realizing she had said something that might get her in trouble with the Claw Flock leader.
``Looks like someone has a grudge.`` Fog clucked, turning to the forager. Tossing her head, she walked on, looking for tasty morsels or maybe a possibly rodent. Her gaze stayed locked to the ground, but her mind wandered a bit.
 
Silverfluff closed her eyes again
Winter nodded and headed back to camp(I'm sorry if I sounded mean earlier!)
Stripe didn't know what sound to make this time, so he tried something new. "Uh, potato bugs?"
Winter decided to go forage, and went out into the woods(maybe she meets the Claw foragers? That would be... interesting...
(Yes! But she would have to go pretty far, their camps aren't very close to each other.)
Valor clucked in acknowledgement of Winter being a rooster he was actually keeping a watch on his surroundings. She was 60 paces away.
(The camps aren't that close. And Winter is a hen...)
``Looks like someone has a grudge.`` Fog clucked, turning to the forager. Tossing her head, she walked on, looking for tasty morsels or maybe a possibly rodent. Her gaze stayed locked to the ground, but her mind wandered a bit.
Petal glared at the younger hen. "Grudges are for fools," she growled, "I just don't agree with everything that Goldenfeather says. That's normal, right? You aren't supposed to follow your leader blindly, am I correct?" She stared with narrowed eyes at Fog, hoping that it made sense to her. Goldenfeather has fogged all our heads, and chickens need to learn how to think for themselves... She thought, pulling up an edible plant.
 
Stripe didn't know what sound to make this time, so he tried something new. "Uh, potato bugs?"

(Yes! But she would have to go pretty far, their camps aren't very close to each other.)

(The camps aren't that close. And Winter is a hen...)

Petal glared at the younger hen. "Grudges are for fools," she growled, "I just don't agree with everything that Goldenfeather says. That's normal, right? You aren't supposed to follow your leader blindly, am I correct?" She stared with narrowed eyes at Fog, hoping that it made sense to her. Goldenfeather has fogged all our heads, and chickens need to learn how to think for themselves... She thought, pulling up an edible plant.
``But most civilized chickens would keep their opinions to theirselves. I could easily say things that I find fishy or strange about you, but I won't since it has nothing to do with the subject-yet. Besides, most chickens do what they are told. They know right from wrong.`` The younger hen spat bitterly, fluffing her feathers. It was almost like she was challenging the older hen-almost.
 
``But most civilized chickens would keep their opinions to theirselves. I could easily say things that I find fishy or strange about you, but I won't since it has nothing to do with the subject-yet. Besides, most chickens do what they are told. They know right from wrong.`` The younger hen spat bitterly, fluffing her feathers. It was almost like she was challenging the older hen-almost.
Petal whipped around and glared fiercely at Fog, "I'm his mother!" she spat, "I can say that I don't agree with some of his ideas if I want to! And you, young hen, need to respect your elders." she sniffed and then went back to foraging as if nothing had happened.
 
Petal whipped around and glared fiercely at Fog, "I'm his mother!" she spat, "I can say that I don't agree with some of his ideas if I want to! And you, young hen, need to respect your elders." she sniffed and then went back to foraging as if nothing had happened.
Fog recoiled, fury burning in her eyes,``And you, <I> old </I> hen, need to respect the younger generations of this flock. We are a lot more physically capable than what you are. The flock wouldn't be a thing if there were only chickens like <I>you.</I>`` She bit back the urge to lunge at the hen. She wanted the fun to last.
 
Fog recoiled, fury burning in her eyes,``And you, <I> old </I> hen, need to respect the younger generations of this flock. We are a lot more physically capable than what you are. The flock wouldn't be a thing if there were only chickens like <I>you.</I>`` She bit back the urge to lunge at the hen. She wanted the fun to last.
(What does '<I>' mean? :p)

Petal felt rage burn through her. How dare this hen be so disrespectful?! Does she have no sense? She abruptly turned away, growling to herself about how she would demand to the War Chief that he discipline his Warriors better. "You'll regret saying that." she muttered, aggressively grabbing a cricket off of a leaf.
 

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