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

[Amer]

(Bossier than Cement XD)
Cement, thoughtfully considering the size and skill of their fighting force, saw a flash of black and gray in the corner of her eye. She whipped around. She did a quick check of her birds to see if any were injured. Instead, her scan revealed a frankly terrified gull. A younger, easily excited pigeon had already dashed after it, her mind only on the gull and not on any sort of caution. Rikka had noticed the sea bird too, and was looking to Cement for permission to pursue. She nodded her assent, then, after a second of consideration, nudged a pigeon near her- Toren.
“Help Rikka with that gull.”
“Huh- oh, right. Of course.” Toren darted into the air after them.
Cement watched carefully, making sure they didn’t need any backup.

The younger pigeon, Rymi, barreled into the gull.
“Stop! You’re on Cement’s territory!” She cooed rather fiercely.
Rymi was joined by Rikka, then, a few seconds later, Toren. They surrounded the gull.
“What are you doing here?” Rikka asked calmly.
“I bet he was spying on us!” Rymi cooed in accusation.
One look from Rikka made the younger bird go silent. She cocked her head a bit and narrowed her eyes. “Did ya hit a window, gull?”

(I'm going to say Russet's group is isolated so I don't have to interrogate myself.
XD 'did ya hit a window')
Ritz Crackers was forced back toward the ground and eyed them all nervously. "Spying?" He asked. "I'm not spying. Not at all. Please don't kill me! Just send me back to the bay. It's not very far, and I won't come back." Apparently he could really speak as fast as the esteemed Fish Sticks, if the mood came to him. His head darted between the pigeons on the ground and up towards the sky. He took a few quick breaths. Remember. The mission. More important than my life. "But before I go back... actually... what are you pigeons assembling for anyways? Not that it's my business or anything," he squeaked, and waved his wing around, trying to find the words, vaguely gesturing at the pigeons who had completely forgotten their razor talons. "What's all this for? Are you planning to fight somebody?" Do the pigeons already know we're gonna attack them?

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(I'm going to say Russet's group is isolated so I don't have to interrogate myself.
XD 'did ya hit a window')
Ritz Crackers was forced back toward the ground and eyed them all nervously. "Spying?" He asked. "I'm not spying. Not at all. Please don't kill me! Just send me back to the bay. It's not very far, and I won't come back." Apparently he could really speak as fast as the esteemed Fish Sticks, if the mood came to him. His head darted between the pigeons on the ground and up towards the sky. He took a few quick breaths. Remember. The mission. More important than my life. "But before I go back... actually... what are you pigeons assembling for anyways? Not that it's my business or anything," he squeaked, and waved his wing around, trying to find the words, vaguely gesturing at the pigeons who had completely forgotten their razor talons. "What's all this for? Are you planning to fight somebody?" Do the pigeons already know we're gonna attack them?

“What are you doin’ here, then?” Rikka questioned. At the gull’s sudden curiosity in their activities, her eyes narrowed once again, this time in a more hostile manner.
Rymi, meanwhile, looked like she was about to burst. Only Rikka’s first warning look kept her quiet.
Toren hovered silently. He was waiting for Rikka’s orders, seeing as she was the highest ranking member here, even if it was unofficial.
What’s he up to? If it had just been a normal day, Rikka would’ve already let the frazzled gull go, but today was not a normal day. What was a seabird doing so far from the pier, especially in these times?

 

[Amer]

“What are you doin’ here, then?” Rikka questioned. At the gull’s sudden curiosity in their activities, her eyes narrowed once again, this time in a more hostile manner.
Rymi, meanwhile, looked like she was about to burst. Only Rikka’s first warning look kept her quiet.
Toren hovered silently. He was waiting for Rikka’s orders, seeing as she was the highest ranking member here, even if it was unofficial.
What’s he up to? If it had just been a normal day, Rikka would’ve already let the frazzled gull go, but today was not a normal day. What was a seabird doing so far from the pier, especially in these times?

(why do we have so many similar ‘R’ names, lol)
Ritz drew himself together, and seemed to grow a few inches. The gull’s attack would mean nothing if he threw away their element of surprise. “I’ll tell you what we‘re up to if you tell me what you’re up to first,” he said cunningly. Now came the part he was probably going to regret saying. “And you can... never mind...” he muttered, suddenly looking at a small pebble like it held the sea.
“Can what?” Rymi burst out, her voice a potent mixture of excitement and ferocity.
“You can kill me.” Bad decision, probably, bringing it to the front of their minds. They could kill him anyways, without first telling him their plans. I don’t want to die.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(why do we have so many similar ‘R’ names, lol)
Ritz drew himself together, and seemed to grow a few inches. The gull’s attack would mean nothing if he threw away their element of surprise. “I’ll tell you what we‘re up to if you tell me what you’re up to first,” he said cunningly. Now came the part he was probably going to regret saying. “And you can... never mind...” he muttered, suddenly looking at a small pebble like it held the sea.
“Can what?” Rymi burst out, her voice a potent mixture of excitement and ferocity.
“You can kill me.” Bad decision, probably, bringing it to the front of their minds. They could kill him anyways, without first telling him their plans. I don’t want to die.

(Rymi, Rikka, Russet, Ritz... you’re right
Also, did they land or are they still in the air?)
Rikka was starting to doubt this gull’s intelligence. Why he had told them they could kill him, she had no idea. However, she did know that he was being rather sketchy. Well, he did just admit he was ‘up to something’.
Rikka looked over to where Cement was still watching them. The gang leader got the message and located a few more willing pigeons. They started to slowly approach the group.
“Come with me.” Rikka cooed firmly to the gull.
Rymi glared at Ritz with enough excitement it almost seemed like glee. “We don’t need permission, you big fool!” She exclaimed. Her voice unfortunately turned into a squeak halfway through her pronouncement, and she felt her feathers itch with embarrassment. She pretended that it didn’t happen, though.

 

[Amer]

(Rymi, Rikka, Russet, Ritz... you’re right
Also, did they land or are they still in the air?)
Rikka was starting to doubt this gull’s intelligence. Why he had told them they could kill him, she had no idea. However, she did know that he was being rather sketchy. Well, he did just admit he was ‘up to something’.
Rikka looked over to where Cement was still watching them. The gang leader got the message and located a few more willing pigeons. They started to slowly approach the group.
“Come with me.” Rikka cooed firmly to the gull.
Rymi glared at Ritz with enough excitement it almost seemed like glee. “We don’t need permission, you big fool!” She exclaimed. Her voice unfortunately turned into a squeak halfway through her pronouncement, and she felt her feathers itch with embarrassment. She pretended that it didn’t happen, though.

(Riski. Must be a bird thing.
On the ground.)
“I know,” admitted Ritz. The pigeon’s immaturity might have over his head because he was used to the gull’s hoarse cries, but he didn’t particularly like being called a ‘big fool’. We’re the same size! He shoved off the ground and followed Rikka.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Riski. Must be a bird thing.
On the ground.)
“I know,” admitted Ritz. The pigeon’s immaturity might have over his head because he was used to the gull’s hoarse cries, but he didn’t particularly like being called a ‘big fool’. We’re the same size! He shoved off the ground and followed Rikka.

Rikka flapped into the air only after giving Rymi another warning look. She was soon joined by the two additional guard-pigeons. They landed on the outcropping under the bridge, away from the fledglings and the groups busily planning for the attack.
Great, now he knows the location of our base! Rymi thought, but dared not say anything. She had already gotten the Rikka-glare twice.
Cement approached them. “We aren’t an enemy of the gulls.” She started off. She felt a pang of guilt, however, as she thought of the capture of Salty Fries. It was for the good of pigeonkind and the city. She reminded herself. Suliver would’ve gotten someone else to do it anyway. She stared at Ritz, her expression unreadable. Besides, Salty Fries was a monster, a danger to any pigeons at the dump. This gull, however, looked like a danger to nobody. So why had Rikka deemed it necessary to bring him in instead of send him away?
“Why have you landed in our nesting grounds?” Cement questioned lightly. Though it might’ve been a bad move to betray the fact that their eggs and fledglings were here, it was blatantly obvious not only by sight, but by the squeaking sounds of their young as well.

 

[Amer]

Rikka flapped into the air only after giving Rymi another warning look. She was soon joined by the two additional guard-pigeons. They landed on the outcropping under the bridge, away from the fledglings and the groups busily planning for the attack.
Great, now he knows the location of our base! Rymi thought, but dared not say anything. She had already gotten the Rikka-glare twice.
Cement approached them. “We aren’t an enemy of the gulls.” She started off. She felt a pang of guilt, however, as she thought of the capture of Salty Fries. It was for the good of pigeonkind and the city. She reminded herself. Suliver would’ve gotten someone else to do it anyway. She stared at Ritz, her expression unreadable. Besides, Salty Fries was a monster, a danger to any pigeons at the dump. This gull, however, looked like a danger to nobody. So why had Rikka deemed it necessary to bring him in instead of send him away?
“Why have you landed in our nesting grounds?” Cement questioned lightly. Though it might’ve been a bad move to betray the fact that their eggs and fledglings were here, it was blatantly obvious not only by sight, but by the squeaking sounds of their young as well.

“That’s... good,” Ritz said in reply to her first reply. The grey pigeon (admittedly that described most of the pigeon) had a leaderly air about her that demanded that the truth come out. Now was not the time for Ritz Crackers to be Krafty.
“I am a gull scout,” he said, looking up into her orange eyes with sudden confidence. “The gulls are preparing an attack on the pigeons. What are you doing? You look as though you are preparing for war, but I don’t know of a garrison station here.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“That’s... good,” Ritz said in reply to her first reply. The grey pigeon (admittedly that described most of the pigeon) had a leaderly air about her that demanded that the truth come out. Now was not the time for Ritz Crackers to be Krafty.
“I am a gull scout,” he said, looking up into her orange eyes with sudden confidence. “The gulls are preparing an attack on the pigeons. What are you doing? You look as though you are preparing for war, but I don’t know of a garrison station here.”

Cement blinked, trying to hide her surprise. Instantly, an idea started to form in her head. What if...
Rymi’s beak dropped open.
Rikka’s observant stare turned into a suspicious glare at once, and she started eyeing the sky for any sign of attacking gulls.
Toren and the two other pigeons that had joined them exchanged glances. Were the gulls really organizing? That hadn’t happened since.. well, since the Great Pigeon War.
“Who are you going to attack, specifically?” Cement asked. She waved a wing at the two extra guards (and Rymi, but she didn’t get the picture). They backed up, rejoining the group at the base of the bridge.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

A white blur shot over the streets of the city. The pigeon’s breath, quick and panicked, hinted at the urgent message that lay in his beak.
He had to tell them. He needed to. Their survival depended on it.
C’mon, he thought desperately, c’mon!
Cars roared underneath him as he darted over street-lamps, power lines, and stunted trees. He flew as fast as his wings could carry him, his black-tipped tail flashing as he ducked and weaved with the wind.
I’m going to be too late!

Tippy stumbled to the ground, his sagging wings making his landing clumsy. He had flown at top speed, and it had really taken the energy out of the small pigeon. He sat there, panting, in the dust. A curious pigeon wandered up, completely devoid of caution.
“Hey, who’re you?”
Tippy stared up at her with the fear that comes from a life of living as Suliver’s personal messenger. He swallowed. This isn’t one of the boss’s thugs. He reminded himself, then instantly cringed at calling one of his gang-mates a thug, as if they would pop out of the bushes and punish him for it.
“Say.. are you okay? You’re lookin’ a bit pale there, fella.”
Tippy stared up in confusion and tucked in his wings. He self-consciously picked a piece of grass out of his feathers. Was this bird... actually concerned about him? Never mind the fact that his entire color was pale, being white, but he relaxed a bit at her words.
“I need to tell your leader an important message.” Tippy cooed.

 

[Amer]

Cement blinked, trying to hide her surprise. Instantly, an idea started to form in her head. What if...
Rymi’s beak dropped open.
Rikka’s observant stare turned into a suspicious glare at once, and she started eyeing the sky for any sign of attacking gulls.
Toren and the two other pigeons that had joined them exchanged glances. Were the gulls really organizing? That hadn’t happened since.. well, since the Great Pigeon War.
“Who are you going to attack, specifically?” Cement asked. She waved a wing at the two extra guards (and Rymi, but she didn’t get the picture). They backed up, rejoining the group at the base of the bridge.

“Attack? Well clearly...” Ritz said, thinking back the the brave Fish Stick’s speech. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t really recall what specific birds they were going to attack. And attacking all pigeons in general was starting to sound very stupid, because clearly there were groups like these, who were quite a mystery, gathering weapons for no apparent reason. Well, I’m sure I just wasn’t listening at that point. Because clearly Fish Sticks had preplanned their attack and wasn’t just making up a speech on the fly aided by a large not-gull who didn’t know anything about the political turmoil of the Four Territories except for what aforementioned spacey gull told him. Clearly.
My mistake. To save face, Ritz said, “That’s exactly what I’m here to find out.” He gazed knowingly at the biggest pigeon (Toren) who gave him an un-knowing face in return.)

Tippy stumbled to the ground, his sagging wings making his landing clumsy. He had flown at top speed, and it had really taken the energy out of the small pigeon. He sat there, panting, in the dust. A curious pigeon wandered up, completely devoid of caution.
“Hey, who’re you?”
Tippy stared up at her with the fear that comes from a life of living as Suliver’s personal messenger. He swallowed. This isn’t one of the boss’s thugs. He reminded himself, then instantly cringed at calling one of his gang-mates a thug, as if they would pop out of the bushes and punish him for it.
“Say.. are you okay? You’re lookin’ a bit pale there, fella.”
Tippy stared up in confusion and tucked in his wings. He self-consciously picked a piece of grass out of his feathers. Was this bird... actually concerned about him? Never mind the fact that his entire color was pale, being white, but he relaxed a bit at her words.
“I need to tell your leader an important message.” Tippy cooed.

(This is really cute for some reason. And your writing style. You know how to give characters relateable personalities and unique lingo.)