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

[RoostersAreAwesome]

All my rp characters are based off of me and my personality and for some reason when I play online a lot of people think I'm a dude >-> even though my avatar is a girl xD

(It was an accident, I was typing really fast. XD)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Misty is a hen >->

(Oops! XD)

*Edited*

 

[cathloveydovey]

(It was an accident, I was typing really fast. XD)

Nah its fine xP

 

[cathloveydovey]

*Edited*

 

[Rubysword]

Silverfluff recovered from her shock, and questions began rushing towards her head. "Tree flock? What's tree flock?"

 

[Rubysword]

Dove finished organizing some new herbs she found, and decided to go and replenish some of the stores that had been depleted after the attack, such as spiderweb and marigold. She looked around for Silverfluff, and frowned when she couldn't see anyone. She went out of camp, keeping an eye out for Silverfluff.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Silverfluff recovered from her shock, and questions began rushing towards her head. "Tree flock? What's tree flock?"

Huckleberry blinked, "It's a flock that lives at the edge of your territory." She answered, "May I talk with your leader now?"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"How do we know you aren't spies for Claw Flock?" Stripe asked suspiciously.
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"Your leader will decide on that." Huckleberry clucked briskly, squinting at Stripe.

 

[Rubysword]

Silverfluff cocked her head. "At the edge of our territory? How come we've never seen you before?
Dove spotted a flash of silver fluff through the trees. "Ah, there you are, I was wondering where you-" She froze at the sight of two unfamiliar chickens. She was familiar with most of the chickens in both flocks, and these were too old too have been born after the split. "Who are you?" She asked in a low voice.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Silverfluff cocked her head. "At the edge of our territory? How come we've never seen you before?
Dove spotted a flash of silver fluff through the trees. "Ah, there you are, I was wondering where you-" She froze at the sight of two unfamiliar chickens. She was familiar with most of the chickens in both flocks, and these were too old too have been born after the split. "Who are you?" She asked in a low voice.

"You've never seen-" Huckleberry stopped as an older chicken enter the clearing. "The name's Huckleberry. This-" she gestured to the small white serama at her side, "-is Rosemary. We would like to talk to your leader."