Score."But you're not his mother," she reminded the hen, "or unless, you are. Then who's the father? Another Claw Flock member? Or someone else?"Petal laughed, though it was a bitter laugh. "I'm Goldenfeather's favorite flockmember, he wouldn't believe a young, hotheaded, hen over his own mother." she practically spat out the last words. Why am I being so bitter? Is this hen really getting to me? She turned away, suddenly lost in thoughts. She remembered being a young, rash, pullet. She had been so careless, to let her love get the better of her...