Meanwhile, Fish Sticks nodded along to what Sebastain was saying. He occasionally glanced at Riski, but he doubted he needed any guidance in this. Pigeons allying themselves with them was definitely good. Or was it? Maybe they wanted to feed the lot of ‘em to the squirrels. Anything but the squirrels. Fish Sticks thought, distracted enough that he hadn’t heard anything Sebastain had said for the last minute.
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Salty Fries sat in a dark hole. She only knew that pigeons had out her here and that she couldn’t get out. And she was angry.
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The pigeon with the white flight feathers preened herself smugly. Everything was going as expected. The non-members were being quietly wiped out. A fate which One-Toe and any gang leaders and lieutenants foolish enough to stand with her would soon share. Then, they would absorb the rest of the gang pigeons into their ranks, feeding them false tales about a crow attack that had ever so tragically taken their beloved leaders. Crows, were, in the pigeon’s eyes, just more annoying ravens. And what bird had mercilessly assassinated the pigeon’s last great leader? A conniving raven. Of course, she knew something about that attack most didn’t... Ah, but it wasn’t the time for reminiscing. It was the time for planning.
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Pigeons shiver when they’re nervous or scared. It’s a fact many of the other birds have always used to taunt them.
Splash wasn’t thinking about that as he shivered violently. He couldn’t totally tell if it was from the cold or sheer fright.
He had been captured. The thought of what could be happening to his friends made him shiver even more.
At least Graya escaped. She must have warned them. Just then, there were noises. Splash crouched fearfully. He couldn’t see anything. He was imprisoned in a mostly empty garbage container in a large abandoned warehouse.
The lid was cracked open, and a squawking pigeon thrust in. Just as quickly as it had opened, it snapped shut, and Splash heard a strange quiet snap noise as something was put in place to keep the lid closed.
The gasping breath of the other pigeon filled the silence. Splash moved forward.
“Who’s- who’s there!” The pigeon shrieked, wing slapping aimlessly at the darkness.
“Penny? Is that you?”
Penny stilled. “Spla-Splash?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Oh, I thought you were the be-beast.” She said, voice quivering, much like Splash’s feathers.
“No.. no. Just Splash” He cooed, trying not to shake too much, as it was making his voice indecipherable. “Wait, what beast?”
“Those awful gang birds. They told me they were going to feed me to the beast..”
“There’s no beast in here.” Splash said firmly, having finally taken control of his voice. However confident he sounded, he had no idea what else was in the warehouse. He had only gotten a short look of it, and much was shrouded in darkness. Then, something almost equally unsettling occurred to him.
“Penny- you flew away after Tippy’s news. You escaped. Why.. why are you here?”
“Oh, Splash. It was horrible. I didn’t want to leave you birds, but I flew. I was so scared. But they were waiting... all around the flock. This big circle. All surrounded.” She paused, her voice breaking. She took in several unsteady breaths. “I don’t know if anyone got away. Even those that flew as soon as Tippy’s words were out of his mouth were not fast enough. Everyone’s doomed..” Her coo went higher in pitch at her last words. She shuddered, laying down as pigeons do on the floor, fluffing her feathers over her feet. “I don’t know if anyone survived.” She added, coo deathly quiet.
Splash didn’t know what to say. He carefully walked up beside her, offering a meager comfort in body warmth. What happened to the flock? Did.. did anyone escape?
Did anyone survive?
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