~>Fury of the Wind<~ (A Bird RP)

Nanako: "sure did. I guess the cat thought it wasnt worth risking its fur to catch uw." *she said with an amused smile as she watched it run off.*
Rocket looked proud of herself. After a moment of thought, she said, "We should probably get to sleep. It's been dark for a while." She edged back out of the rain and fluffed herself up.
“I’m Orbit.” She paused. “Nice to meet you.”
"Same to-" he stopped and tensed. A large herring gull, even bigger than Vaatras, approached them.
 
Rocket looked proud of herself. After a moment of thought, she said, "We should probably get to sleep. It's been dark for a while." She edged back out of the rain and fluffed herself up.

"Same to-" he stopped and tensed. A large herring gull, even bigger than Vaatras, approached them.
*nanako looked up at the moon for a moment before fluffing her fur and heading to sleep as well.*
 
Rocket looked proud of herself. After a moment of thought, she said, "We should probably get to sleep. It's been dark for a while." She edged back out of the rain and fluffed herself up.

"Same to-" he stopped and tensed. A large herring gull, even bigger than Vaatras, approached them.
Orbit stared at the large gull. “How do you do?” She asked nervously. She looked the other way.
 
Orbit stared at the large gull. “How do you do?” She asked nervously. She looked the other way.
She ignored Orbit's question. "Where is Vaatras?" She snapped, staring at the two with her light eyes.
"Uh- I don't know, Oyster," Trout mumbled, "but I did hear he was looking for a gull, and some sort of notgul-"
"I know that." She growled, "You." Oyster turned her cold eyes on Orbit. "Have you seen him?"
 
Thattel was surprised that she would give herself up so easily. He was also surprised about the way she talked to him. She doesn't even know me! How can she call me selfish?! He gave the trees below them a sullen look. To his surprise, the forest was almost gone. Are we really there already? The ravens started to descend towards a large barn, with peeling, rust-brown paint.
Aspen followed them down and landed gracefully into the barn, perching on one of the many rafters. She pointedly kept her head turned away from Thattle and instead focused on the little crow
 

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