(Uh, idk XD. Anyone want to make a new raven charrie?)
Thattel landed on the branch of a sturdy looking pine. He surveyed their surroundings. He had been on three other recruiting missions before. So far, the hardest thing to do had been to convince the skeptical ravens that working together was better than being alone. He wasn’t much surprised by that, but he was surprised about how much most of them hated pigeons. Even ravens living far from the border of the city. Thattel, though not born during the first war, had been told about it by his mother. The many birds driven into the forest had displaced the ones already living there, and as a result the forest was extremely overcrowded. The two years of peace for the pigeons had only made it worst as more birds were chased out of the city and more were born in the forest.