"Never met someone who liked to talk so much about something you don't want to hear about..." Riski said. "So, would you like to quiet yourself and hear what I have to say or just tire out, because I'm sure the sparrows, and finches, would like to hear from me."
"What?" Fish Sticks stepped back a bit. He lowered his head. "Sorry if I annoyed ya, I ramble on sometimes... Just keep talkin' and talkin'." He mumbled.
"Ah, well, that's no thing to worry about. I was just gettin' to be introducing myself..." Riski replied. "I'm Riski, a wandering albatross..."
Thanks! (I don't think I'm going to color it because I don't think I saved it.)(I'm sorry for being gone.. I haven't been on here for a while now. I'll try to be more active, but I may not be able to roleplay much on weekdays.)
(That's a good drawing. Are you going to color it?)
Claw, who was staring at the barn door impatiently, turned around to check on the others too late. "Cat fur!" She cursed, looking around desperately. "Where have they gone?" She muttered. Drex and Azaz had already gone in, so she had some time. She hopped off the branch, scanning the undergrowth.
Cedar smiled and preened her mate's feathers affectionately. "We'll be back with fresh killed pidgeon," promised Cedar spreading her wings and taking off.
"Ooo, pigeon. I don't think we've ever had that before," Maple said.
(is this sarcastic?)
(The intention of this open statement is for your characters to interpret.)
Pepper watched her parents fly off. "I like pidgeon!" she declared. "I could have it every day for a year!" she said.
"Eh, not me. They look like they could kill somebody, even dead," Maple said.
