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

"I'm not completely sure. It's all kind of hazy now." She admitted. "I was just learning to fly when they disappeared. I flew out of the nest, looking for them, when I saw the fox. I went back to the nest, but they never returned. After a while, I got hungry. I flew out again but fell that time. I dislocated my wing but I did find a berry bush after walking around for a bit. The bush provided food and shelter for me while my wing healed. While it was healing, another bird took care of me. I don't remember their name or what type of bird they were, all I remember is their warmth beside me while I slept and that they kept me safe." She found herself spilling out her life story to him. When she finished, she looked up and said "So, yeah. I'm not a normal raven."
"Wow," That explains a lot. "That's weird that you can't remember. I can remember when I was fledged." He gave her a sideways look. "My chickhood was pretty normal." He stated, still thinking of his first attempts at flight.
 
"Were you raised under a rock? My parents told me stories like this all the time!" Thattel scoffed. "And, why do you keep referring to ravens as if you aren't one of us?" He gave her a suspicious look, like she might be an overgrown crow in disguise. Then he grinned.


"Elder! Hmph," Blizzard huffed, sticking his white mottled head out of his wing and looking around with slight disgust at the wet landscape below. "Fine! I'm up," he ruffled his wings and stretched out a foot, grimacing as his toes were stuck into the chill air.

"Finally! C'mon, let's go beat up that gull," Rocket crowed, her voice so quick the words mixed together. She was ready to hop off their safe perch and fly at the bird, which was 3x her size.

Cement hopped out of her nest. She looked around at the gang as they did their early-morning preen. Their roosting area was under a bridge in the less populated part of town, where less humans and less pigeons made it easier for her gang to find food. She accepted the popcorn silently. She often showed her appreciation without words. She sat by him next to the edge of the jutting, shelf-like piece of concrete under the bridge (I'm kinda making this up as I go along XD) and watched the muddy brown stream rush by underneath them. "Rained yesterday, didn' it?"
*nanako looked at the gull below them for a moment. She didnt have anything against the gull. Then looked at her friend.*

Nanako: did he do something wrong for you to want to go after him?? *though she did think it would be fun to harrass a bigger bird for once.*
 
"Wow," That explains a lot. "That's weird that you can't remember. I can remember when I was fledged." He gave her a sideways look. "My chickhood was pretty normal." He stated, still thinking of his first attempts at flight.
She shrugged. "I just know that if another bird took care of me and kept me safe, then why can't every bird be like that? We're all just birds. That's it. I was kept alive by another type of bird. Other birds can care about another species if they open their minds enough to care. I owe my life to them. That's why I want to keep this little crow safe. I want to pay back what was given to me."
 
*nanako looked at the gull below them for a moment. She didnt have anything against the gull. Then looked at her friend.*

Nanako: did he do something wrong for you to want to go after him?? *though she did think it would be fun to harrass a bigger bird for once.*
For a second Rocket looked uncertain. Her grip on the ledge loosened. "Well, they're in the territory of the almighty pigeon military, so they need to be driven out." She said this as if she had recited it many times before. "Suliver always tells us that." She puffed up her chest, proud to be in the gang.
She shrugged. "I just know that if another bird took care of me and kept me safe, then why can't every bird be like that? We're all just birds. That's it. I was kept alive by another type of bird. Other birds can care about another species if they open their minds enough to care. I owe my life to them. That's why I want to keep this little crow safe. I want to pay back what was given to me."
"But.. You don't even know who they were." Thattel looked skeptical. "Why would they just disappear? How do you know they didn't have some other motive for taking care of you?"
 
For a second Rocket looked uncertain. Her grip on the ledge loosened. "Well, they're in the territory of the almighty pigeon military, so they need to be driven out." She said this as if she had recited it many times before. "Suliver always tells us that." She puffed up her chest, proud to be in the gang.

"But.. You don't even know who they were." Thattel looked skeptical. "Why would they just disappear? How do you know they didn't have some other motive for taking care of you?"
Nanako: ok, lelet's go then. *she said with a shrug before taking to the air. She found this whole territory thing to be strange because she wasnt originally wild, but was a domesticate pigeon.* it might be fun to be the one harrassing for once.
 
"But.. You don't even know who they were." Thattel looked skeptical. "Why would they just disappear? How do you know they didn't have some other motive for taking care of you?
"I don't really think that matters. So what if they had another motive? They still kept me safe and warm and alive. I'm alive because of them. They might have disappeared because I didn't need them anymore. They had done their job, so they could leave."
 
"Were you raised under a rock? My parents told me stories like this all the time!" Thattel scoffed. "And, why do you keep referring to ravens as if you aren't one of us?" He gave her a suspicious look, like she might be an overgrown crow in disguise. Then he grinned.


"Elder! Hmph," Blizzard huffed, sticking his white mottled head out of his wing and looking around with slight disgust at the wet landscape below. "Fine! I'm up," he ruffled his wings and stretched out a foot, grimacing as his toes were stuck into the chill air.

"Finally! C'mon, let's go beat up that gull," Rocket crowed, her voice so quick the words mixed together. She was ready to hop off their safe perch and fly at the bird, which was 3x her size.

Cement hopped out of her nest. She looked around at the gang as they did their early-morning preen. Their roosting area was under a bridge in the less populated part of town, where less humans and less pigeons made it easier for her gang to find food. She accepted the popcorn silently. She often showed her appreciation without words. She sat by him next to the edge of the jutting, shelf-like piece of concrete under the bridge (I'm kinda making this up as I go along XD) and watched the muddy brown stream rush by underneath them. "Rained yesterday, didn' it?"
Moonlight stretched her black-and-white wings and flew towards the rising sun, becoming a dark spot in the bright sky. “Which way are we supposed to go to find these criminals?” she asked, looking back at the pigeon who was lit brightly by the breaking dawn. He seemed distracted by the saturated forests.
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“It must’ve,” Russet preened the cold out of his rust-colored plumage. One of his greatest vices was being able to sleep through about anything. He was going to be swept up by a hurricane one of these days. He admired the lazy progress of a brown leaf floating in the water.
It had rained enough to bring all the silt from the riverbed, and the river was a color that was comparable to that in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Not that he knew any of that.
“Any news?” he asked. It was a bit early for news. But it was all part of his daily ritual. So he had to ask Cement for news. He’d lead a dull existence without her news.
The leaf was now caught on the edge of the river now. He switched his focus to a barn swallow, swooping for bugs and watching the pigeons warily.
She shrugged. "I just know that if another bird took care of me and kept me safe, then why can't every bird be like that? We're all just birds. That's it. I was kept alive by another type of bird. Other birds can care about another species if they open their minds enough to care. I owe my life to them. That's why I want to keep this little crow safe. I want to pay back what was given to me."
Earl decided to barge in.
“What’s this about a little crow?” he demanded fiercely, landing in front of both of the ravens.
 
Aspen spun around, startled. She fluffed her feathers defensively. "Why do you want to know?"
“Why are you discussing a little crow? Why don’t I know about this?” Earl was much larger than the other raven and had expected fear to be her first reaction, rather than defensiveness.
 
“Why are you discussing a little crow? Why don’t I know about this?” Earl was much larger than the other raven and had expected fear to be her first reaction, rather than defensiveness.
Her feathers still fluffed, she didn't answer him. Instead, she looked at Thattle. Who is this guy? She wondered. Thattle knew more than her about what a raven should do in this scenario. All her life she had lived apart from other birds until now, so she was going to let him handle this.
 

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