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“I’m not sure why. The gangs have always been harsh on us non-members, but I never expected this.” Blizzard explained. Internally, he was feeling a great sense of betrayal. Moonlight had promised his gang was to be safe.The pigeons were silent for a moment ad the statement sent in. Then were the fearful murmurings. It was well known that the non-members were often hated by the gang-leaders, and the bullying from them proved them. But genocide? Wasn’t that going too far?
“Why?”
“Who told you that?” (It was pretty obvious who did, but it was merely a question of the credibility of the source.)
“Aren’t the lieutenants going to do anything to stop it?” They didn’t love the lieutenants, but they did keep things under control and stamp out infighting, or the Pigeon Territory would devolve into chaos. The pigeon who asked that last question was Squibs, by the way.
Pigeon mothers and fathers were already rushing to their nests to share the news with their mates and a watered-down version of it to their children. Though it was hard to water down such a blunt, short statement.
Now they might be exterminated.
Blizzard had sacrificed so much to keep this flock safe. Apparently that was all for nothing.
“I don’t know about the Lieutenants. We shouldn’t count on them.” He gestured at Tippy, who had nervously climbed up the rock and was now at his side, fiddling with a small pebble at his feet.
“This pigeon,” he paused to look at Tippy, “a member- well, a former member -of Suliver’s gang. He was a messenger for him, but not by choice.”
Tippy fluttered his wings, a bit frightened to be put in the spotlight. He was a bit proud, too.
Blizzard looked around, feeling desperation start to claw at his crop. Though they had few nests compared to the gangs, there was still a number of them. How would they transport the eggs without damaging them? Or the squeakers? They were running out of time!