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

[Amer]

“Oh, ok.” Clam said. He gave his sister a weird look, as if she had suddenly turned into a pizza. Except in that case he would’ve gave her a hungry look.
Anyway.
Clam flapped off to the small pile of cloth and plastic. He picked through it, finding the cleanest one to bring back.
“Clam, what are you doing?”
“Pearl’s found an egg!”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of eggs here.”
“No, I mean-”
“A scrambled egg?!” Another pigeon interrupted eagerly.
“No! An actual egg! Something that pops out of a nesty hen-”
“Clam, do you know where eggs come from?”
“Of course I-” Clam sputtered indignantly.
“Clam doesn’t know where eggs come from!”
“That’s not the point!” Once again, he had been interrupted, and he was starting to feel like a math teacher. “And I do know where eggs come from!”
Clam flapped away before he could hear anything else.
“Wait, Clam! What sort of egg?!” The original pigeon called after him, but he didn’t hear the inquiry.

"Good!" Pearl said, snatching the fabric quickly away from Clam. She carefully rolled the egg into it and held the bundle like a stork with a baby, but far less carelessly than those illustrations you'll see online. "Less go hum!" she said through the fabric in her mouth. (I validated this statement by putting a blanket in my mouth)
She flew off with the bundle before her brother could say anything, the fabric encased egg dangling from her beak.

"Wow," said one of the pigeons. "That's where eggs come from!"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Good!" Pearl said, snatching the fabric quickly away from Clam. She carefully rolled the egg into it and held the bundle like a stork with a baby, but far less carelessly than those illustrations you'll see online. "Less go hum!" she said through the fabric in her mouth. (I validated this statement by putting a blanket in my mouth)
She flew off with the bundle before her brother could say anything, the fabric encased egg dangling from her beak.

"Wow," said one of the pigeons. "That's where eggs come from!"

Clam watched her fly into the sunset. He didn’t understand Pearl’s need to personally carry the egg back without help, but that was fine. Now to attend the funeral.
(That’s dedication XD)

 

[-ChickenLover-]

“Yes oh Blockhead! What is a raven doing on pigeon territory? Can you provide a reason why you wouldn’t be on your side of the border? Or are they excluding brains in the newest generation of ravens? If I didn’t want to know who you are, I wouldn’t ask!” Russet asked. “I’m not gonna arrest you or anything, but I think, as a pigeon, that I deserve a proper explanation”

"That was insulting..." Yuno mutters. "I just got lost, that's all!"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"That was insulting..." Yuno mutters. "I just got lost, that's all!"

“Sure ya did!” A pigeon cooed in the audience. But no one made a move, waiting for Russet to speak.

 

[Amer]

"That was insulting..." Yuno mutters. "I just got lost, that's all!"

“Then why won’t you give me your name?” Russet asked the crow who apparently had a low enough self-esteem that he didn’t take offense if he was called a raven.

 

[-ChickenLover-]

“Then why won’t you give me your name?” Russet asked the crow who apparently had a low enough self-esteem that he didn’t take offense if he was called a raven.

"It's Yuno." He mutters. "And don't call me a raven!" He retorts.

 

[Amer]

"It's Yuno." He mutters. "And don't call me a raven!" He retorts.

Russet nodded. “I’ll try to remember that.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“We gonna start the funeral, Russet?” A pigeon chirped from behind him. The pigeons were milling about impatiently. Night was falling and they wanted to get back to their roosts and nests.

 

[Amer]

“We gonna start the funeral, Russet?” A pigeon chirped from behind him. The pigeons were milling about impatiently. Night was falling and they wanted to get back to their roosts and nests.

(Wait it was just noon...)
“Yep!” said Russet. “Does anyone want to give a eulogy?” he said in surprisingly civilized tones. (We don’t need to rp this, right? It’d be mostly npcs)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Wait it was just noon...)
“Yep!” said Russet. “Does anyone want to give a eulogy?” he said in surprisingly civilized tones. (We don’t need to rp this, right? It’d be mostly npcs)

(Wait, it was? I was sort of assuming that more time had passed because of the battle and them moving everyone to the boat.
And, yeah, it doesn’t really need to be RPed.)
Terra stepped forward. “These pigeons died because of the cruelty of Suliver’s gang.” She said solemnly. “They will always be remembered. They were our friends.” She cooed. “We will fight this injustice to honor them.”
Other pigeons gave eulogies, some short, some long. Then they pushed the floaty coffin into the water.