"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?"