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

[Amer]

Character Form:

Name: Valor
Age:9 years
Gender: Male
Flock: Claw flock
Rank: was warrior now elder
Trainer/Trainee(s):no
Personality: Prideful, but his wife keeps him in check. Tells stories of glory of the flocks
Breed/Description: mottled Malay bantam. Scarred with one pupil smaller than the other
Parents:dead
Siblings:dead
Mate/Crush:can someone make her
Chicks: if somebody makes them
History: from somewhere, just appeared one day
Other: no
@RoostersAreAwesome
Sorry made this in a kiddy hope it meets your requirements

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Character Form:

Name: Valor
Age:9
Gender: Male
Flock: Claw flock
Rank: was ground guard now elder
Trainer/Trainee(s):no
Personality: Prideful, but his wife keeps him in check. Tells stories of glory of the flocks
Breed/Description: mottled Malay bantam. Scarred with one pupil smaller than the other
Parents:dead
Siblings:dead
Mate/Crush:can someone make her
Chicks: if somebody makes them
History: from the steamy jungles of Indonesia, sold to a guy, then Valor escaped
Other: no
@RoostersAreAwesome
Sorry made this in a kiddy hope it meets your requirements

1. What do you mean by 9? 9 years, or months?
2. There aren't any ground-guards, that's in WOW only. The ground-guard equivalent would be a Warrior or War Chief.
3. This is an island, and it's completely isolated from the rest of the world. So there aren't any humans, Indonesia, etc.

 

[Amer]

Ok, I'll just pretend a bantam Malay can get to an island. 9 years and a warrior. I'll tweak it.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Fog followed the hen closely behind, her head twisting and turning, keeping a look out for any suspicious movement in the forest.

Petal darted around, looking for good grubs and things to bring back to camp. I should've brought another Forager with me. Oh, well. She spotted a blackberry bush and stuffed as much berries as she could into her beak. She gestured at it with her wing, wanting Fog to do the same.

 

[Amer]

Is dat better

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Character Form:

Name: Valor
Age:9 years
Gender: Male
Flock: Claw flock
Rank: was warrior now elder
Trainer/Trainee(s):no
Personality: Prideful, but his wife keeps him in check. Tells stories of glory of the flocks
Breed/Description: mottled Malay bantam. Scarred with one pupil smaller than the other
Parents:dead
Siblings:dead
Mate/Crush:can someone make her
Chicks: if somebody makes them
History: from somewhere, just appeared one day
Other: no
@RoostersAreAwesome
Sorry made this in a kiddy hope it meets your requirements

Is dat better

Accepted

 

[Amer]

Valor flapped his wings in anticipation, as roosters often do.

 

[CHlCK3N]

Petal darted around, looking for good grubs and things to bring back to camp. I should've brought another Forager with me. Oh, well. She spotted a blackberry bush and stuffed as much berries as she could into her beak. She gestured at it with her wing, wanting Fog to do the same.

Fog couldn't help but give a sharp snort of amusement, the forager almost like they seemed to be in a rush. Copying her movements, the Warrior scavenged, picking at assortments of grubs and berries. She didn't sign up to be a forager, she would rather battle beak and talons against another chicken.

 

[Amer]

Valor was bored and saw an ant scurrying across the ground. He ate the, feeble, useless meal

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Fog couldn't help but give a sharp snort of amusement, the forager almost like they seemed to be in a rush. Copying her movements, the Warrior scavenged, picking at assortments of grubs and berries. She didn't sign up to be a forager, she would rather battle beak and talons against another chicken.

Petal grabbed a big leaf from a plant and pulled. She heard a satisfying crack as the leaf dropped to the ground. She opened her beak and let the blackberries fall onto the leaf. The older hen watched Fog collect food, "C'mere and put it all on this leaf, then I'll drag it back to camp. Or, we could stay out longer..." the wyandotte mused, picking at a large worm in the mud.