Vaatras raised his wings as gulls both reluctantly and enthusiastically celebrated and congratulated him on his victory. There was some grumbling, but it was drowned out by the squawks of his supporters. Seagulls didn’t have many rules, but they had to respect a winner. And Fish Sticks had started the duel, after all. The ones opposing Vaatras would either have to accept him or take their leave from the gull battalion. Several had already flown off or looked like they were about to. It was bad enough to be bossed around by Vaatras when he was just a Senior gull, but now he was an actual leader.
Oyster stared after the retreating pigeons, her piercingly yellow eyes never leaving them for a second. She knew that capturing them right now might not go over well with the gulls previously in line with Fish Sticks, but she couldn’t follow them herself. She needed to be here to make sure Vaatras didn’t screw anything up. Now, let’s see.
Oyster quickly found the smartest two of her and Vaatras’ loyalists and sent them after Russet and Cement, warning that if they weren’t stealthy, she would “drown them herself.”
Cement flew silently, dismay following her as surely as the quiet flapping of her wings. The wind buffeted her and her mate, and she tried to dip below it to avoid it. Distracted by the wind and her thoughts, she didn’t notice the gulls following them from above.
Sebastain weaved, as much as a gull could weave, through the edge of the crowd towards Riski. Once he reached him, he tried to tap his shoulder and accidentally whacked him in the face with a wing. “Oops, nervous.” He said quietly. “You should go, Riski. Vaatras won’t stay distracted for long.” He said, concern in his eyes.
Barnacles tipped his beak towards the sky. “Can’t remember, eh?” He shook his head. “Big turmoil in the Woods.” He muttered, thinking aloud.
“I know! I’ll take ya to Cat-Eyes!”