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

"Pigeons," muttered one of the crows with disgust.
"Ha! You feathered tennis balls are dead meat!" Another cackled. The crow who didn't quite know who Salty Fries was cocked his head quizzically at her.
Cement eyed the crows with distrust. She flapped after the other pigeons.
When they alighted upon the trash pile, she picked her way over to her mate. Though the dump was bursting with birds, this area seemed rather barren. A clump of feathers in the breeze caught her eye. Except this didn't look like feathers dropped in a molt, or pulled out from a skirmish. No, she could almost see something on them.. something red-
Then they were whisked away in the wind. Cement, though not frightened easily, found herself puffing up her feathers and searching around them for any sort of movement a bit more thoroughly than was required for simple caution.
"Are you sure this is the place?" She asked her chirpy companion, her coo even quieter than usual. This place made her feathers feel on edge, literally.
Nickel shivered. “Yep, this would be it.”
“Geez this place gives me the creeps,” Russet muttered. Bloodied feathers blew in the wind. They were dove-grey. “Are those pigeon feathers?”
“Prob’ly,” Nickel said. He held up his wing in something like a feathered salute. “Glad to be of service!” He chirped. “You really have a death wish, don’t you.” He said it as a comment, not a question.
Russet blinked. And then the little pigeon was gone.
“That’s ominous.”
Blizzard stepped forward at Moonlight's squeak, showing his first real signs of aggression as he tensed and watched the movement of the strange huge gull-thing. When Riski didn't do anything more, the pigeon stepped back, inspecting their surroundings. His eye caught on something splattered on the ground. Is that...?
When Moonlight was let up, Blizzard stepped to her, lowering his voice to a barely noticeable coo. "There. On the floor." He pointed with his beak to a trail of spatter, which led to a pool, that could've been drip from the ceiling if it wasn't red. "Blood." He looked up at her. "A pool of blood. None of these birds are injured badly, but you said your fugitive was." All this was said rather quickly, but Fish Sticks was occupied with a leaf and hadn't heard them.
“Oh,” Moonlight cooed. Her eyes followed the trail. “Which means...” her eyes narrowed at Riski, who seemed to possess more intelligence than his accomplice. “You were lying. There was a bird here. What did you do, eat him?” Actually, eating him was a possibility, given the bird’s size. In fact, with that thought, Moonlight should have been a little more afraid.
“There was no one here, and you must go before I eat you!” Riski growled, shoving both pigeons towards the window.
 
Nanako: if i I could find one that would let me. Would your's???
"Yeah, they're always in need of strong birds that are loyal to the cause. No one cares too much about background." Rocket explained excitedly. She hopped from foot to foot. "You might need to fight someone though, it's no big deal." She added.
Aspen dipped her head and flew out of the barn, perching on a nearby tree to wait for Thattle and whichever experienced raven he chose to go with them
(@AMERAUCANAS4REAL do you want Earl to come on a recruiting mission with them? Or is he doing something else? I honestly can't remember. XD)
 
"Yeah, they're always in need of strong birds that are loyal to the cause. No one cares too much about background." Rocket explained excitedly. She hopped from foot to foot. "You might need to fight someone though, it's no big deal." She added.

(@AMERAUCANAS4REAL do you want Earl to come on a recruiting mission with them? Or is he doing something else? I honestly can't remember. XD)
(He can go with them. He wasn’t doing anything important.)
Earl gave his feathers a quick once-over in preparation for his recruiting mission.
 
"Yeah, they're always in need of strong birds that are loyal to the cause. No one cares too much about background." Rocket explained excitedly. She hopped from foot to foot. "You might need to fight someone though, it's no big deal." She added.

(@AMERAUCANAS4REAL do you want Earl to come on a recruiting mission with them? Or is he doing something else? I honestly can't remember. XD)
Nanako: ok, i'd be willing toto try it then.
 
(He can go with them. He wasn’t doing anything important.)
Earl gave his feathers a quick once-over in preparation for his recruiting mission.
Thattel ruffled his feathers and glanced at Aspen. “Are you ready?” He asked. The chill wind rustled the pine needles in the trees around them. He could hear the distant sounds of angry caws, presumably from two arguing ravens. The Resistance was far from perfect, but Thattel believed in its cause. He hoped that Aspen would eventually believe in it, too.

(@LoveMyChickenBabies)
 
Thattel ruffled his feathers and glanced at Aspen. “Are you ready?” He asked. The chill wind rustled the pine needles in the trees around them. He could hear the distant sounds of angry caws, presumably from two arguing ravens. The Resistance was far from perfect, but Thattel believed in its cause. He hoped that Aspen would eventually believe in it, too.

(@LoveMyChickenBabies)
"Sure, why not." She grumbled but making an effort to keep the annoyance out of her voice. She couldn't see how kidnapping chicks would ever be good or how any good could come from it. She spread her wings and in a few strong beats she lifted herself off the rafters and into the sky
 
"Sure, why not." She grumbled but making an effort to keep the annoyance out of her voice. She couldn't see how kidnapping chicks would ever be good or how any good could come from it. She spread her wings and in a few strong beats she lifted herself off the rafters and into the sky
(@Amer )
“Hey, wait, shouldn’t-” Thattel started to call after her, but shut his beak when he saw she was too far away to hear. He hopped off the branch and flapped smoothly into flight. Soon, he was besides her. “Usually,” he huffed, not tired, but exasperated, “we let the most experienced raven lead the way.”
 
(@Amer )
“Hey, wait, shouldn’t-” Thattel started to call after her, but shut his beak when he saw she was too far away to hear. He hopped off the branch and flapped smoothly into flight. Soon, he was besides her. “Usually,” he huffed, not tired, but exasperated, “we let the most experienced raven lead the way.”
"Right... Sorry." She said, a bit embarrassed. She was still figuring out how the group worked
 

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