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

Fish Sticks shuffled his feet. Then he shuffled his wings. For once in his squawk-filled life, he felt reluctant to speak. Maybe it was due to the fear of being beat up. Or maybe it was some sort of stage-fright. He cleared his throat, opened his beak, and then clacked it shut again. “Why do I have to do this again?” He asked, staring down at the multitude of milling gulls. There wasn’t too many, but there sure was enough to hold off a small gang of pigeons, if it came to that. Maybe not win, but a group this size could certainly intimidate.
“So you can assemble an army, and reclaim the territory the gulls rightfully own. So you can have the influence you once did. So you can be a leader!” Riski whisper-shouted.
 
Riski flew towards the island, guiding Fish Sticks to the place where the the most gulls were gathered.
They landed on an outcropping above all the gulls.
“Yell this in a really loud and commanding voice,” Riski whispered into Fish Sticks ear. “Gulls! We have let the pigeons oppress us for far too long!” (I can see a lot of ways this can go and none of them are good, lol, no wonder Riski gets banished so often.)

Russet flew over Cement’s head where she perched on the lawn chair.
“We’re here!” he yelled, just as he flew over her face.
The pigeons gathered around the gull. “There are five of us,” Russet said, landing at her left foot. “Should we all grab a limb and you get the head?” He tipped his head inquisitively at Cement.
Cement looked up, and relief filled her eyes. She hopped down and joined Russet, Dusty, Terra, and Toren. She looked over the group, then, offering no explanation, looked at the gull.
“I think it would better to grab the string instead.” She cooed.
As the pigeons got into position, with Russet and Cement at the front to guide them, she leaned towards her mate. She preened one of his neck feathers in appreciation, then the group leapt into the sky, straining against the wind to carry their burden.

Blizzard landed, panting, on the rock that jutted over his herb-filled nest. That was the fastest I’ve flown in a long, long time.
He looked around. Most of the group was nearby, finding a place to roost amid the boulders and stunted bushes. Some were preparing to fly onto a nearby building. He flapped his wings loudly, and suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on him. It’s time.

Meanwhile, a long way away, a solid gray pigeon received a message. The messenger, a small white bird, ducked his head after his delivery.
“May I go?” He asked, his voice betraying his nervousness.
“You’re dismissed, Tippy.” The gray pigeon growled.
Tippy backed away quickly and sprang into flight, like a well-oiled mousetrap. The sound of his fluttering wings soon disappeared into the dark evening air.
“He seems more nervous than usual.” Commented a blue-gray pigeon, her wing sliding out in a stretch, revealing her white flight feathers.
“He won’t betray us. He’s too afraid of what will happen to him.”
The white-winged pigeon eyed him, but didn’t argue with his statement. “If you say so.” She cooed, her voice strangely flat. “But, if he messes up our plan, you’ll be the one responsible, Suliver.” She warned.
“It won’t fail, no matter what anyone does.” Suliver said, total confidence in his coo. The flat-voiced pigeon did not respond.
Suliver, perched high on a building, stared below him at the darkening city. It’s time. He thought, unknowing echoing Blizzard’s words. A cruel smile appeared upon his face as he gazed over the pigeon empire.
 
Rocket almost laughed at Nana’s pose, but didn’t due to their hostile company. She squinted in thought. Then, her head shot up when she realized. “When we first met!” She whispered quickly, “Remember? There were two gang leaders, and they thought we were spying on them!”
Nanako: now i remeremember. WeI weren't spying on anyone. *she said with clear annoyance.*
 
Cement looked up, and relief filled her eyes. She hopped down and joined Russet, Dusty, Terra, and Toren. She looked over the group, then, offering no explanation, looked at the gull.
“I think it would better to grab the string instead.” She cooed.
As the pigeons got into position, with Russet and Cement at the front to guide them, she leaned towards her mate. She preened one of his neck feathers in appreciation, then the group leapt into the sky, straining against the wind to carry their burden.

Blizzard landed, panting, on the rock that jutted over his herb-filled nest. That was the fastest I’ve flown in a long, long time.
He looked around. Most of the group was nearby, finding a place to roost amid the boulders and stunted bushes. Some were preparing to fly onto a nearby building. He flapped his wings loudly, and suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on him. It’s time.

Meanwhile, a long way away, a solid gray pigeon received a message. The messenger, a small white bird, ducked his head after his delivery.
“May I go?” He asked, his voice betraying his nervousness.
“You’re dismissed, Tippy.” The gray pigeon growled.
Tippy backed away quickly and sprang into flight, like a well-oiled mousetrap. The sound of his fluttering wings soon disappeared into the dark evening air.
“He seems more nervous than usual.” Commented a blue-gray pigeon, her wing sliding out in a stretch, revealing her white flight feathers.
“He won’t betray us. He’s too afraid of what will happen to him.”
The white-winged pigeon eyed him, but didn’t argue with his statement. “If you say so.” She cooed, her voice strangely flat. “But, if he messes up our plan, you’ll be the one responsible, Suliver.” She warned.
“It won’t fail, no matter what anyone does.” Suliver said, total confidence in his coo. The flat-voiced pigeon did not respond.
Suliver, perched high on a building, stared below him at the darkening city. It’s time. He thought, unknowing echoing Blizzard’s words. A cruel smile appeared upon his face as he gazed over the pigeon empire.
“And trust your knot tying skills?” Russet returned, even though he knew while few pigeons could tie knots, Cement could. He sighed and closed his eyes when she preened him, and gave her a quick preen back. “Fine. You can be very persuasive sometimes.” He strained into the sky, by this time already exhausted from flying back-and-forth. But he didn’t complain. He just sucked it up and tried to breathe more quietly. No complaining in front of Cement.
~
“Hey Blizzard! Finally back? What’d they have you do this time? Did one of their lieutenants stick their beak where they shouldn’t have?” a large blue pigeon named.... Penn asked.
(Oooo spooky)
 
“So you can assemble an army, and reclaim the territory the gulls rightfully own. So you can have the influence you once did. So you can be a leader!” Riski whisper-shouted.
Fish Sticks hesitated. He looked over the flock below. There was probably around thirty gulls. He craned his neck out and watched them. Some had noticed the pair and were eyeing them. One of the gulls that hadn’t yet seen them yet looked suspiciously like Oyster. He swallowed. “Ok,” he squawked quietly. He tried to remember what Riski had said. He stuck out his neck again and let out a loud squawk. “GULLS!”
The island quieted a little as every gull looked up to see who had interrupted their roosting.
“All you gulls!” He squawked, “We’ve let those dang notguls, the pigeons, rule over us for far too long!”
The gulls watched him with interest. The wind had died down, as if it, too, wanted to hear more of Fish Sticks’ speech.
Nanako: now i remeremember. WeI weren't spying on anyone. *she said with clear annoyance.*
“Oh sure, lie to protect your leader!” The lead pigeon scoffed. “Well, we gave you a chance.” He motioned to the rest of his group, and they charged at them.
“Fly!” Rocket cooed, hating herself for running but seeing no other choice. She turned and winged away in the opposite direction, towards the bay.
“And trust your knot tying skills?” Russet returned, even though he knew while few pigeons could tie knots, Cement could. He sighed and closed his eyes when she preened him, and gave her a quick preen back. “Fine. You can be very persuasive sometimes.” He strained into the sky, by this time already exhausted from flying back-and-forth. But he didn’t complain. He just sucked it up and tried to breathe more quietly. No complaining in front of Cement.
~
“Hey Blizzard! Finally back? What’d they have you do this time? Did one of their lieutenants stick their beak where they shouldn’t have?” a large blue pigeon named.... Penn asked.
(Oooo spooky)
“I had all the time you were away to tie them.” Cement cooed, amusement in her eyes.
The group leveled out, their flight uncertain at first, then getting steadier. They would head towards the school, which was closer than Suliver’s base. It was still a long way away, though. But Cement had her gang members and her mate to help her.

Blizzard looked around at the pigeons that were getting closer. They were his friends, his family. My flock. He sighed.
Splash hopped forward curiously. He wondered why it had taken Blizzard so long to return. I hope nothing bad has happened.
 
Fish Sticks hesitated. He looked over the flock below. There was probably around thirty gulls. He craned his neck out and watched them. Some had noticed the pair and were eyeing them. One of the gulls that hadn’t yet seen them yet looked suspiciously like Oyster. He swallowed. “Ok,” he squawked quietly. He tried to remember what Riski had said. He stuck out his neck again and let out a loud squawk. “GULLS!”
The island quieted a little as every gull looked up to see who had interrupted their roosting.
“All you gulls!” He squawked, “We’ve let those dang notguls, the pigeons, rule over us for far too long!”
The gulls watched him with interest. The wind had died down, as if it, too, wanted to hear more of Fish Sticks’ speech.

“Oh sure, lie to protect your leader!” The lead pigeon scoffed. “Well, we gave you a chance.” He motioned to the rest of his group, and they charged at them.
“Fly!” Rocket cooed, hating herself for running but seeing no other choice. She turned and winged away in the opposite direction, towards the bay.

“I had all the time you were away to tie them.” Cement cooed, amusement in her eyes.
The group leveled out, their flight uncertain at first, then getting steadier. They would head towards the school, which was closer than Suliver’s base. It was still a long way away, though. But Cement had her gang members and her mate to help her.

Blizzard looked around at the pigeons that were getting closer. They were his friends, his family. My flock. He sighed.
Splash hopped forward curiously. He wondered why it had taken Blizzard so long to return. I hope nothing bad has happened.
Riski nodded approvingly. Fish Sticks’ speech was a bit... rustic... but it seemed perfect for his audience. Many were staring at Riski with an awed and respectful look on their faces, wondering how he got such a big gull to be his bodyguard.
That was normally what Riski got from gulls. They referred to him as a gull because they thought they would get judgement from their peers if they told them they thought otherwise. They didn’t know they were all thinking the same thing.
Other birds thought he was a large gull without a second glance. They typically thought all gulls looked the same.
Let them think I’m a gull, it’s good for business.
If Riski was an actual gull, he would have been speaking for himself, without Fish Sticks’ serving as a middle man. But since he was not, there would be doubts, and Fish Sticks was essentially his puppet, the tool to start a revolution.
“They drove us out of the city we once shared with the other three species, forcing us to go hungry, only able to eat fish and the picked-over trash of the dumps while they grow fat on delicacies like pizza and Subway bread! Bread that molds in the dumpster without anyone eating it!
Are we, gulls, the most powerful race, going to stand aside while the pigeons oppress us?”
~
”Hey, Blizzard,” a female pigeon said.
 
Fish Sticks hesitated. He looked over the flock below. There was probably around thirty gulls. He craned his neck out and watched them. Some had noticed the pair and were eyeing them. One of the gulls that hadn’t yet seen them yet looked suspiciously like Oyster. He swallowed. “Ok,” he squawked quietly. He tried to remember what Riski had said. He stuck out his neck again and let out a loud squawk. “GULLS!”
The island quieted a little as every gull looked up to see who had interrupted their roosting.
“All you gulls!” He squawked, “We’ve let those dang notguls, the pigeons, rule over us for far too long!”
The gulls watched him with interest. The wind had died down, as if it, too, wanted to hear more of Fish Sticks’ speech.

“Oh sure, lie to protect your leader!” The lead pigeon scoffed. “Well, we gave you a chance.” He motioned to the rest of his group, and they charged at them.
“Fly!” Rocket cooed, hating herself for running but seeing no other choice. She turned and winged away in the opposite direction, towards the bay.

“I had all the time you were away to tie them.” Cement cooed, amusement in her eyes.
The group leveled out, their flight uncertain at first, then getting steadier. They would head towards the school, which was closer than Suliver’s base. It was still a long way away, though. But Cement had her gang members and her mate to help her.

Blizzard looked around at the pigeons that were getting closer. They were his friends, his family. My flock. He sighed.
Splash hopped forward curiously. He wondered why it had taken Blizzard so long to return. I hope nothing bad has happened.

*nanako dashed after after her.*

Nanako: are you city pigeons not as united or something? I kinda thought all the gang's worked together??
 
Riski nodded approvingly. Fish Sticks’ speech was a bit... rustic... but it seemed perfect for his audience. Many were staring at Riski with an awed and respectful look on their faces, wondering how he got such a big gull to be his bodyguard.
That was normally what Riski got from gulls. They referred to him as a gull because they thought they would get judgement from their peers if they told them they thought otherwise. They didn’t know they were all thinking the same thing.
Other birds thought he was a large gull without a second glance. They typically thought all gulls looked the same.
Let them think I’m a gull, it’s good for business.
If Riski was an actual gull, he would have been speaking for himself, without Fish Sticks’ serving as a middle man. But since he was not, there would be doubts, and Fish Sticks was essentially his puppet, the tool to start a revolution.
“They drove us out of the city we once shared with the other three species, forcing us to go hungry, only able to eat fish and the picked-over trash of the dumps while they grow fat on delicacies like pizza and Subway bread! Bread that molds in the dumpster without anyone eating it!
Are we, gulls, the most powerful race, going to stand aside while the pigeons oppress us?”
~
”Hey, Blizzard,” a female pigeon said.
“They chased us outta the city that we once shared with all the other notguls, forcin’ us and our chicks to go hungry!” Fish Sticks squawked, adding in a few of his own words. He could feel his confidence growing with every word, every nodding gull head, every squawk of agreement. “We’re only able to eat fish, and the picked-over trash of the dump, while they get fat on delicacies like pizza and subway bread and fish sticks! Food that grows not-good in the trash cans of the city!” He paused and surveyed the audience, even raising his wings for added effect. “Are we, the gulls, the most powerful race, gonna stand aside while those danged notgul pigeons oppress us?”

“Listen.” Blizzard looked around at his audience. His shoulders sagged a bit, but he kept going. “I’ll be honest with all of you, because it would be foolish not to. I’m working with a military lieutenant, as many of you know, but you didn’t know the exact nature of my work.” He cooed, “I’m helping her capture fugitives. And now I need some help to carry a fugitive, a gull, to the General. As I said, I’ll be truthful.. this gull’s only crime is that he attacked pigeons of the military. Probably in self defense.” He looked around at the gathered birds, his gaze searching. “I only do this to protect all of you. Moonlight agreed to give us safety if I helped her. Now, I need your help.” His eyes were pleading, pleading that some birds would come forward and help, and pleading that they wouldn’t look on him with disgust. “Please.”
*nanako dashed after after her.*

Nanako: are you city pigeons not as united or something? I kinda thought all the gang's worked together??
“Not all the time!” Rocket squeaked, “There are a lot of gangs, and they don’t communicate that well!” She dived down to dodge a lamppost, then swerved to avoid a tree.
 
“They chased us outta the city that we once shared with all the other notguls, forcin’ us and our chicks to go hungry!” Fish Sticks squawked, adding in a few of his own words. He could feel his confidence growing with every word, every nodding gull head, every squawk of agreement. “We’re only able to eat fish, and the picked-over trash of the dump, while they get fat on delicacies like pizza and subway bread and fish sticks! Food that grows not-good in the trash cans of the city!” He paused and surveyed the audience, even raising his wings for added effect. “Are we, the gulls, the most powerful race, gonna stand aside while those danged notgul pigeons oppress us?”

“Listen.” Blizzard looked around at his audience. His shoulders sagged a bit, but he kept going. “I’ll be honest with all of you, because it would be foolish not to. I’m working with a military lieutenant, as many of you know, but you didn’t know the exact nature of my work.” He cooed, “I’m helping her capture fugitives. And now I need some help to carry a fugitive, a gull, to the General. As I said, I’ll be truthful.. this gull’s only crime is that he attacked pigeons of the military. Probably in self defense.” He looked around at the gathered birds, his gaze searching. “I only do this to protect all of you. Moonlight agreed to give us safety if I helped her. Now, I need your help.” His eyes were pleading, pleading that some birds would come forward and help, and pleading that they wouldn’t look on him with disgust. “Please.”

“Not all the time!” Rocket squeaked, “There are a lot of gangs, and they don’t communicate that well!” She dived down to dodge a lamppost, then swerved to avoid a tree.
*nanako dove down after her, though she wasn't close to the lamp post so she, didn't need to avavoid itdoing. She did however have to dodge a cat that tried to get her from a tree branch.*

Nanako: I see. Wich ones does your gang get along best with??!
 
*nanako dove down after her, though she wasn't close to the lamp post so she, didn't need to avavoid itdoing. She did however have to dodge a cat that tried to get her from a tree branch.*

Nanako: I see. Wich ones does your gang get along best with??!
“No gang that is close by!” Rocket shouted back. “But the pier is neutral territory- sorta! Because of all the gulls!” She tucked in her wings and dipped down, then shot up again, trying to confuse their pursuers. One of them got caught up in the branches of a tree, but quickly untangled herself.
 

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