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

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"here" ANgel said, and flew to a near by tree with a large hollow in it. Inside, there was a nest made of horse hair and other items.
Lore looked around then flew down to the base of the tree. There was a gofer hole at the bottom. Lore poked her head inside and dissapeared into the hole. A few seconds later she came out. "Its abandoned. Best burrow I've seen in months!"
 
"here" ANgel said, and flew to a near by tree with a large hollow in it. Inside, there was a nest made of horse hair and other items.
Lore looked around then flew down to the base of the tree. There was a gofer hole at the bottom. Lore poked her head inside and dissapeared into the hole. A few seconds later she came out. "Its abandoned. Best burrow I've seen in months!"
 
"Hmm," Ritz studied the water. It was boiling with fish. He dove and fixed his beak around one. "If you have to be that way, I'll trade this fish for you talking to that little white-eyed raven over there," he floated over the waves with a clever glimmer in his eye.
Fish Sticks cocked his head at her. "You're not an outcast. Or are you?" He narrowed his eyes at her as if he could discern truth from the crow by sheer willpower alone. "Oh, no, that was Ritz. But now I'm curious too."
Outcast gave a smirk in Ritz Cracker's direction. "I suppose I can speak to this half blind raven." She said, throwing Fish Sticks a wary glance as him questioned her on whether or not she was an outcast. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. It is what I have been deemed to be called, so do please, call me Outcast." She tipped her head to him, as though daring him to ask more questions.
She suddenly whirled, taking flight before landing a short distance away, directly behind the white-eyed raven. "May I make a civil inquiry on whom you are?"
 
Outcast gave a smirk in Ritz Cracker's direction. "I suppose I can speak to this half blind raven." She said, throwing Fish Sticks a wary glance as him questioned her on whether or not she was an outcast. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. It is what I have been deemed to be called, so do please, call me Outcast." She tipped her head to him, as though daring him to ask more questions.
She suddenly whirled, taking flight before landing a short distance away, directly behind the white-eyed raven. "May I make a civil inquiry on whom you are?"
Ritz turned a sideways glance at Fish Sticks. "She talks funny," he said in a confidential whisper.
 

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