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

[Amer]

Amethyst gathered berries on a leaf, and noticed Valor dragging his own leaf away. He looked as though he knew what she saw. "I'm gonna do something about that Golden Feather," he spat through a mouthful of leaf, "Mark my words..."

 

[RiverStorm]

Fog gaped, struggling under his gripped, "She attacked me, if you looked," she gulped,"She acted irrationally as I did. Don't just pin the blame on me." a bit of sass singed in her voice.

Petal gently nudged her son. "Goldenfeather, no need to torture this poor hen. She's just confused, that's all." With the last words, Petal looked pointedly at Fog. She was only defending her because she wanted to make it seem as if she was innocent.

Goldenfeather let her up "Go, Fog," he snappped

 

[Amer]

Amethyst came back to camp with berries. She was gentle and kind to everyone, so she dipped her head in respect to Golden feather

 

[CHlCK3N]

Goldenfeather let her up "Go, Fog," he snappped

Wheezing, Fog scrambled away, spitting curses towards the two. Shaking herself, she wandered to the small empty log and looked within it. The strange rooster wasn't there, rubbish she thought bitterly, turning and walking away.

 

[Amer]

Valor came back to the log where Fog was.

 

[CHlCK3N]

Valor came back to the log where Fog was.

Her face contorted into sheer disappointment as she turned to see the rooster,"What did you need me for?" Her voice wavered; she was still spooked from the event a few moments ago.

 

[Amer]

"Fog, I find you a promising hen to start a conspiracy," Valor said. "But if you are afraid to defy Golden Feather, I understand."

 

[CHlCK3N]

"Fog, I find you a promising hen to start a conspiracy," Valor said. "But if you are afraid to defy Golden Feather, I understand."

"I'm not afraid of him," she spat,"he's just twice my size, and that he has spurs." Fog shuttered, her eyes narrowing,"Keep talkin', though, this interests me."

 

[Amer]

"Well, I thought this world might be better without Golden Feather. So I thought we could plan... a ... revolution.... of sorts. We just need enough birds." The Malay replied.

 

[CHlCK3N]

"Well, I thought this world might be better without Golden Feather. So I thought we could plan... a ... revolution.... of sorts. We just need enough birds." The Malay replied.

"How many are there already?" She flicked her tail, her eyes sparked.