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

[Amer]

(Wait, is it Nickel or Nickle? XD)

Cement watched the strange pigeon silently, offering neither an argument to the existence of pigeon-and-tin-can-eating gulls nor even a confused look. She flapped off the branch, following Nickle with a steadier flight-path. At Russet's question, Cement dipped back to him. "I have no idea,"
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"It doesn't matter what kinda notgul he is, notgul!" Fish Sticks squawked. It seemed all he ever did was squawk. "What're you doin' attacking me? Did I eat at one of yer burger-houses again?" He squinted, trying to remember the last fast-food restaurant trashcan he had raided.

Blizzard puffed out his feathers and hovered above the pair. He glanced at Fish Sticks wearily. "Are you sure this is the right gull?" He asked the pinned lieutenant, "He seeks rather.. harmless. And uninjured." It was then that Blizzard noticed the blood on the floor. His eyes narrowed.

(Nickel. I had to look it up to figure out the correct spelling. I am still very confused.)
Nickel flew over buildings and alleys, parks and streets. He knew every one. There, that alley marked the edge of Cement's territory. And now they were quickly approaching the park where the wrinkly loud stomper always fed the pigeons. It was where Nickel often got a bite, and perhaps the only reason for his survival. Now they flew over the industrial district, a wide, empty space, with machinery and large buildings sprinkled begrudgingly throughout. Nickel could never be quite sure why the loud stompers always put so much space between them and the dump, a land of many delightful things. Then again, he found no reason for them to throw out so much stuff in the first place. The loud stompers were a mysterious race, which held many benefits.
He knew Rubble's gang hung around this area, and he tried not to stay long. The thrifty pigeons in this district didn't like others to encroach upon their significantly less available food supply. The tiny pigeon sped up, digging deep for his roots, where a great racer was sure to be. It was the final stretch.
And then, and then, the piles of rusting metal, moldy food, and seemingly mint plastic. The dump.
"The junk-yard!" Nickel sang.
Russet's eyes widened as he saw the... the stuff. "Woah, look at all this..." he said, speeding up. He landed on a pile, inspecting a the things scattered around him. A plastic bag tumbled by. "Look, a perfectly good tuna sandwich. How come you've never taken me here before?" he asked, nudging a half-eaten sandwich and tilting his head at Cement.
Gulls spun overhead. Russet gulped. A trio of pigeons was no match for that quantity of gulls, even if they had weapons.
"The city was already too much for the pigeons to defend, so the junk-yard... well, the pigeons never lived there in the first place. So it's gull territory," Nickel said.
"I knew that," Russet said quickly.
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Moonlight twisted her neck, getting a rather upside down view of the gull. Harmless, he seemed. Injured, yes. "Well who else could it be? A gull in Raven Territory? Don't tell me that's some kind of coincidence?"
Riski peered down at her. "Well we can. Because I've got you beneath my foot. And really, what is a pigeon doing in Raven Territory?"
"Inter...ug...territorial fugi..." Moonlight gasped. "You weigh like..."
"Roughly the weight of a cat. Any more questions?" Riski tilted black eye towards her. Moonlight was unnerved by the intelligence carried in the eye of such a ridiculous face.
"What are your names? And are you fugitives? Maybe?" Are you going to tear me to shreds with that beak and eat me?
Riski let out a long laugh. "Lucky guess." Short answer, yes.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Nickel. I had to look it up to figure out the correct spelling. I am still very confused.)
Nickel flew over buildings and alleys, parks and streets. He knew every one. There, that alley marked the edge of Cement's territory. And now they were quickly approaching the park where the wrinkly loud stomper always fed the pigeons. It was where Nickel often got a bite, and perhaps the only reason for his survival. Now they flew over the industrial district, a wide, empty space, with machinery and large buildings sprinkled begrudgingly throughout. Nickel could never be quite sure why the loud stompers always put so much space between them and the dump, a land of many delightful things. Then again, he found no reason for them to throw out so much stuff in the first place. The loud stompers were a mysterious race, which held many benefits.
He knew Rubble's gang hung around this area, and he tried not to stay long. The thrifty pigeons in this district didn't like others to encroach upon their significantly less available food supply. The tiny pigeon sped up, digging deep for his roots, where a great racer was sure to be. It was the final stretch.
And then, and then, the piles of rusting metal, moldy food, and seemingly mint plastic. The dump.
"The junk-yard!" Nickel sang.
Russet's eyes widened as he saw the... the stuff. "Woah, look at all this..." he said, speeding up. He landed on a pile, inspecting a the things scattered around him. A plastic bag tumbled by. "Look, a perfectly good tuna sandwich. How come you've never taken me here before?" he asked, nudging a half-eaten sandwich and tilting his head at Cement.
Gulls spun overhead. Russet gulped. A trio of pigeons was no match for that quantity of gulls, even if they had weapons.
"The city was already too much for the pigeons to defend, so the junk-yard... well, the pigeons never lived there in the first place. So it's gull territory," Nickel said.
"I knew that," Russet said quickly.
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Moonlight twisted her neck, getting a rather upside down view of the gull. Harmless, he seemed. Injured, yes. "Well who else could it be? A gull in Raven Territory? Don't tell me that's some kind of coincidence?"
Riski peered down at her. "Well we can. Because I've got you beneath my foot. And really, what is a pigeon doing in Raven Territory?"
"Inter...ug...territorial fugi..." Moonlight gasped. "You weigh like..."
"Roughly the weight of a cat. Any more questions?" Riski tilted black eye towards her. Moonlight was unnerved by the intelligence carried in the eye of such a ridiculous face.
"What are your names? And are you fugitives? Maybe?" Are you going to tear me to shreds with that beak and eat me?
Riski let out a long laugh. "Lucky guess." Short answer, yes.

Cement watched Nickel out of the corner of her eye. He gazed below like he recognized the landscape, and he flew towards the dump with ease, as if it was a flight path he has traveled many times before. This pigeon has been everywhere. She realized, He isn't a gang member. Unless.. he's a spy. She dipped down so she was slightly below the slate-colored pigeon. It was a subtle gesture that was unlikely to be noticed, but Cement was able to use her position to watch exactly what Nickel looked at, so she could spot any potential traps.
When they landed, she stared around at the piles of jump with a kind of awe in her eyes. If my gang could take advantage of this, we'd never go hungry again.
She cocked her head back at Russet and tipped her beak towards the sky. "Not only gulls feed here," she cooed, whisking her wing towards the chain-link fence surrounding the dump, where several ravens were perched, though not close together. She looked up again, watching the gulls, with their wild, raucous cries and their erratic flight. The wind threw them about as they circled, and they dove at each other. It all seemed so close to chaos, but somehow it held a sort of order. The wind ruffled Cement's feathers, and she looked back down, hopping forward and coming face-to-face with a crow.
"Pigeon!"
"Pigeons?"
"Pigeons!"
The crows cawed- there were four of them. One of them muttered something and the rest backed warily away. Cement watched them, her body tense, but they didn't seem to want to fight.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Blizzard watched the exchange, still puffed up, but otherwise appearing unconcerned. "Do you recognize the gull?" He asked carefully, sticking his foot at Fish Sticks, who looked rather ruffled.
"The only thing we did was annoy Vaatras." The gull mumbled, hopping from webbed foot to webbed foot.
That weird big gull could kill Moonlight in an instant. Why isn't he? Blizzard squinted at Riski. "We're here to hunt down fugitives." He clarified for the pinned pigeon.

 

[Amer]

Cement watched Nickel out of the corner of her eye. He gazed below like he recognized the landscape, and he flew towards the dump with ease, as if it was a flight path he has traveled many times before. This pigeon has been everywhere. She realized, He isn't a gang member. Unless.. he's a spy. She dipped down so she was slightly below the slate-colored pigeon. It was a subtle gesture that was unlikely to be noticed, but Cement was able to use her position to watch exactly what Nickel looked at, so she could spot any potential traps.
When they landed, she stared around at the piles of jump with a kind of awe in her eyes. If my gang could take advantage of this, we'd never go hungry again.
She cocked her head back at Russet and tipped her beak towards the sky. "Not only gulls feed here," she cooed, whisking her wing towards the chain-link fence surrounding the dump, where several ravens were perched, though not close together. She looked up again, watching the gulls, with their wild, raucous cries and their erratic flight. The wind threw them about as they circled, and they dove at each other. It all seemed so close to chaos, but somehow it held a sort of order. The wind ruffled Cement's feathers, and she looked back down, hopping forward and coming face-to-face with a crow.
"Pigeon!"
"Pigeons?"
"Pigeons!"
The crows cawed- there were four of them. One of them muttered something and the rest backed warily away. Cement watched them, her body tense, but they didn't seem to want to fight.

Russet almost felt like all the other birds were in on a secret he didn’t know about. It was slightly disconcerting.
“Hey!” Nickel shouted at the crows. “We don’t mean no trouble, I’m just taking these guys to Salty Fries.”
“Oh, it’s just that little pigeon,” said a crow. “Salty Fries. Right.” The crow couldn’t quite recall who it was, though the gull did sound familiar.
“Yep,” Nickel chirped. “This way!” He rose unsteadily, though in this liftoff he didn’t plummet towards the ground. He flew towards a more shadowy lump of garbage, landing on a car battery after recognizing a mattress with rusty coils near the top.
Russet flew after him, landing on the pile as well. “What’s over here?”
To him, it looked like all of the rest of the stuff.
“This is where Salty Fries usually hangs out.”

Blizzard watched the exchange, still puffed up, but otherwise appearing unconcerned. "Do you recognize the gull?" He asked carefully, sticking his foot at Fish Sticks, who looked rather ruffled.
"The only thing we did was annoy Vaatras." The gull mumbled, hopping from webbed foot to webbed foot.
That weird big gull could kill Moonlight in an instant. Why isn't he? Blizzard squinted at Riski. "We're here to hunt down fugitives." He clarified for the pinned pigeon.

Riski spread all 10 feet of his wings, reaching both sides of the trailer, before angling himself to look at the mostly white pigeon, who seemed to be more reasonable than the grizzle. Moonlight groaned with discomfort, dizzied by the immense wingspan.
“What type of fugitives? You pigeon shouldn’t bother yourself with gull politics.”
“Guilty of treason,” Moonlight mumbled.
Riski pressed his foot down harder. “Clarify,” he said. Moonlight squeaked like a dog toy.
“Injuring a lieutenant,” Moonlight croaked. “The gull was injured. Average sized. He was with a burrowing owl and a muffed pigeon, though she’s died since. Have you seen any of those?”
“Oh.” Riski immediately realized who she was looking for. It was that gull, the one who had been with them the night before, the one who had left that morning. But he saw no reason to sell him off. As a fellow criminal, he felt it was only fair.
“No, I have not seen your gull, and I assure you, this is not the gull you are looking for. We came to Raven territory to escape a group of angry gulls. Please tell me if you do find him.”
He removed his foot, winking and Moonlight sat up, gasping. He nudged her towards the door, and Moonlight stared suspiciously at Fish Sticks’ wing.

 

[Anime2lover]

"That means you're gonna join?" Rocket asked, barely suppressing her excitement. She bobbed her head in a circle like a weird owl in anticipation of Nanako's answer.

Nanako: if i I could find one that would let me. Would your's???

 

[LoveMyChickenBabies]

Thattel poked Aspen (@LoveMyChickenBabies) "Hey, I think we can go now," he muttered, flapping over to Shadow. "Ruler.." He murmured, "can Aspen and I go on a recruitment patrol?"
"Fine," Shadow snapped, appearing lost in thought. A few moments later she looked at him, still standing there, as if waiting for something else. "Take an experienced raven. You're dismissed."

Aspen dipped her head and flew out of the barn, perching on a nearby tree to wait for Thattle and whichever experienced raven he chose to go with them

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Sorry for not responding. Most of my roosters got killed in a predator attack and I don't really feel like rping right now. Just wanted to let you guys know.

 

[Amer]

Sorry for not responding. Most of my roosters got killed in a predator attack and I don't really feel like rping right now. Just wanted to let you guys know.

Awww! I’m so sorry. That sounds horrible.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Russet almost felt like all the other birds were in on a secret he didn’t know about. It was slightly disconcerting.
“Hey!” Nickel shouted at the crows. “We don’t mean no trouble, I’m just taking these guys to Salty Fries.”
“Oh, it’s just that little pigeon,” said a crow. “Salty Fries. Right.” The crow couldn’t quite recall who it was, though the gull did sound familiar.
“Yep,” Nickel chirped. “This way!” He rose unsteadily, though in this liftoff he didn’t plummet towards the ground. He flew towards a more shadowy lump of garbage, landing on a car battery after recognizing a mattress with rusty coils near the top.
Russet flew after him, landing on the pile as well. “What’s over here?”
To him, it looked like all of the rest of the stuff.
“This is where Salty Fries usually hangs out.”

Riski spread all 10 feet of his wings, reaching both sides of the trailer, before angling himself to look at the mostly white pigeon, who seemed to be more reasonable than the grizzle. Moonlight groaned with discomfort, dizzied by the immense wingspan.
“What type of fugitives? You pigeon shouldn’t bother yourself with gull politics.”
“Guilty of treason,” Moonlight mumbled.
Riski pressed his foot down harder. “Clarify,” he said. Moonlight squeaked like a dog toy.
“Injuring a lieutenant,” Moonlight croaked. “The gull was injured. Average sized. He was with a burrowing owl and a muffed pigeon, though she’s died since. Have you seen any of those?”
“Oh.” Riski immediately realized who she was looking for. It was that gull, the one who had been with them the night before, the one who had left that morning. But he saw no reason to sell him off. As a fellow criminal, he felt it was only fair.
“No, I have not seen your gull, and I assure you, this is not the gull you are looking for. We came to Raven territory to escape a group of angry gulls. Please tell me if you do find him.”
He removed his foot, winking and Moonlight sat up, gasping. He nudged her towards the door, and Moonlight stared suspiciously at Fish Sticks’ wing.

"Pigeons," muttered one of the crows with disgust.
"Ha! You feathered tennis balls are dead meat!" Another cackled. The crow who didn't quite know who Salty Fries was cocked his head quizzically at her.
Cement eyed the crows with distrust. She flapped after the other pigeons.
When they alighted upon the trash pile, she picked her way over to her mate. Though the dump was bursting with birds, this area seemed rather barren. A clump of feathers in the breeze caught her eye. Except this didn't look like feathers dropped in a molt, or pulled out from a skirmish. No, she could almost see something on them.. something red-
Then they were whisked away in the wind. Cement, though not frightened easily, found herself puffing up her feathers and searching around them for any sort of movement a bit more thoroughly than was required for simple caution.
"Are you sure this is the place?" She asked her chirpy companion, her coo even quieter than usual. This place made her feathers feel on edge, literally.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Blizzard stepped forward at Moonlight's squeak, showing his first real signs of aggression as he tensed and watched the movement of the strange huge gull-thing. When Riski didn't do anything more, the pigeon stepped back, inspecting their surroundings. His eye caught on something splattered on the ground. Is that...?
When Moonlight was let up, Blizzard stepped to her, lowering his voice to a barely noticeable coo. "There. On the floor." He pointed with his beak to a trail of spatter, which led to a pool, that could've been drip from the ceiling if it wasn't red. "Blood." He looked up at her. "A pool of blood. None of these birds are injured badly, but you said your fugitive was." All this was said rather quickly, but Fish Sticks was occupied with a leaf and hadn't heard them.