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

I’ve told you.” She cooed. If Suliver catches him or one of the other gulls.. She tried to push these thoughts out of her mind. No use worrying. My gang needs me.
Ritz nodded solemnly. "Well..." he said. "Can I go now?"
Blizzard’s first thought was of scattering. They would be harder to find that way. But, every bird would have to fend for themselves. They would be scared and alone.
Though some of the flightier of the flock had already dispersed, the pigeons with young couldn’t just fly off on their own. They would need help. And Blizzard had to be there for his gang, even if they blamed him for this. Even if he was the only one who decided to stay.
“I know of a pigeon who could help us.” Blizzard cooed, thinking of Cement. I hope she’ll accept us. “But first we should find refuge in the Raven-”
His words stopped abruptly. A pigeon was flying towards them, desperation in her rapid flapping. She was one of the birds who had went with Splash.
“They’re here!” She shouted, fear plain in her voice.
“They’re here to kill us!”

Blizzard flew up to her, trying to get her to calm down and explain the situation. “What did you see?”
The pigeon didn’t answer. She was looking towards the streets of the city.
A flock of pigeons clouded the sky.
Tiddles sat on her nest and shielded it with her wings, staring up at the sky with sudden ferocity. If those egg-smashers wanted to smash her eggs, they would have to smash her first! (feel free to kill her with the other NPCs. It's not like a pet where if you name it it can't die)
Other, less devoted or more timid birds scattered, some of them flying north with all of the speed and devotion of a noble carrier or racer. Sulliver's thugs couldn't get them now. Not with their focus on the stragglers.
 
hello, may I join?
here is my character:
Character Form
Name: Tillia
Age: 2
Gender: female
Personality: sweet, trusting, naive,
Description: mustard yellowish, as yellow as a pigeon could be naturally
Rank/Status: middle rank
Family (if significant):N/A
Mate: not yet sure
Chicks: none yet
History: flew in from another land
Other:N/A
Username: @cooingdove
 
hello, may I join?
here is my character:
Character Form
Name: Tillia
Age: 2
Gender: female
Personality: sweet, trusting, naive,
Description: mustard yellowish, as yellow as a pigeon could be naturally
Rank/Status: middle rank
Family (if significant):N/A
Mate: not yet sure
Chicks: none yet
History: flew in from another land
Other:N/A
Username: @cooingdove
Hi! Thanks for joining the rp! We don’t get many visitors. XD
Unfortunately you joined at a sort of bad time, as this rp is near its end. Your character would have to be thrust into the plot without any prior knowledge of the rp so far, which could be confusing. If you still want to join, your character is accepted. Or, I can tag you on the sequel I am planning to make of this rp. It would be set in the same world with the same characters, but with a new sort of beginning/plot and new issues.
 
Hi! Thanks for joining the rp! We don’t get many visitors. XD
Unfortunately you joined at a sort of bad time, as this rp is near its end. Your character would have to be thrust into the plot without any prior knowledge of the rp so far, which could be confusing. If you still want to join, your character is accepted. Or, I can tag you on the sequel I am planning to make of this rp. It would be set in the same world with the same characters, but with a new sort of beginning/plot and new issues.
hi,
thank you I would like to be tagged in the sequel! thanks!
 
hi,
thank you I would like to be tagged in the sequel! thanks!
Just to be clear, you are going to wait and participate in the sequel, right?


Oh, and if you were wondering, the yellowest pigeon variety that I know of is called recessive yellow.
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(Not my picture)
 
Ritz nodded solemnly. "Well..." he said. "Can I go now?"

Tiddles sat on her nest and shielded it with her wings, staring up at the sky with sudden ferocity. If those egg-smashers wanted to smash her eggs, they would have to smash her first! (feel free to kill her with the other NPCs. It's not like a pet where if you name it it can't die)
Other, less devoted or more timid birds scattered, some of them flying north with all of the speed and devotion of a noble carrier or racer. Sulliver's thugs couldn't get them now. Not with their focus on the stragglers.
Cement nodded. Before he took off, though, she cooed a question.
“What’s your name?”

Blizzard felt his heart leap with panic. All these birds he had helped, saved- all would be exterminated. And for what? Because they existed?
No.
He would die before that happened.
“Pigeons!” He cooed, trying to rally the remaining birds into some semblance of organization. “Around the central nests!”
In the back of his mind, he wondered where Splash and the rest of his group had gone. Only one had come back. Surely they had escaped. But Splash.. he wasn’t the type of bird to flee when others needed him.
Blizzard’s thoughts were quickly consumed with trying to get the various pigeons who had stayed behind into a defensive force.
 
(It’s alright, this rp hasn’t been very active. XD
Ok, so a number of the gang leaders and some lieutenants are planning to overthrow the General, One-Toe, because they want power and also want to expand the pigeon territories. However, this is a recent plan, and not many know about it, even the pigeons in Suliver’s own gang haven’t really been told. Meanwhile, a small group of unsatisfied gulls, lead by Fish Sticks and Riski, are planning to attack the pigeons too. The coup of the general is happening in two rp days.)
(@Anime2lover do you want to join in the battle between a flock of pigeons- who’ve mostly just been minding their own business- and one of the “evil” gangs?)
“Wait.” Cement stared at the gull seriously. “Don’t tell anyone about this if you don’t have to. It’s essential that few know what I’ve told you.” She cooed. If Suliver catches him or one of the other gulls.. She tried to push these thoughts out of her mind. No use worrying. My gang needs me.

Blizzard’s first thought was of scattering. They would be harder to find that way. But, every bird would have to fend for themselves. They would be scared and alone.
Though some of the flightier of the flock had already dispersed, the pigeons with young couldn’t just fly off on their own. They would need help. And Blizzard had to be there for his gang, even if they blamed him for this. Even if he was the only one who decided to stay.
“I know of a pigeon who could help us.” Blizzard cooed, thinking of Cement. I hope she’ll accept us. “But first we should find refuge in the Raven-”
His words stopped abruptly. A pigeon was flying towards them, desperation in her rapid flapping. She was one of the birds who had went with Splash.
“They’re here!” She shouted, fear plain in her voice.
“They’re here to kill us!”

Blizzard flew up to her, trying to get her to calm down and explain the situation. “What did you see?”
The pigeon didn’t answer. She was looking towards the streets of the city.
A flock of pigeons clouded the sky.
Ritz nodded solemnly. "Well..." he said. "Can I go now?"

Tiddles sat on her nest and shielded it with her wings, staring up at the sky with sudden ferocity. If those egg-smashers wanted to smash her eggs, they would have to smash her first! (feel free to kill her with the other NPCs. It's not like a pet where if you name it it can't die)
Other, less devoted or more timid birds scattered, some of them flying north with all of the speed and devotion of a noble carrier or racer. Sulliver's thugs couldn't get them now. Not with their focus on the stragglers.
Cement nodded. Before he took off, though, she cooed a question.
“What’s your name?”

Blizzard felt his heart leap with panic. All these birds he had helped, saved- all would be exterminated. And for what? Because they existed?
No.
He would die before that happened.
“Pigeons!” He cooed, trying to rally the remaining birds into some semblance of organization. “Around the central nests!”
In the back of his mind, he wondered where Splash and the rest of his group had gone. Only one had come back. Surely they had escaped. But Splash.. he wasn’t the type of bird to flee when others needed him.
Blizzard’s thoughts were quickly consumed with trying to get the various pigeons who had stayed behind into a defensive force.
 
Cement nodded. Before he took off, though, she cooed a question.
“What’s your name?”

Blizzard felt his heart leap with panic. All these birds he had helped, saved- all would be exterminated. And for what? Because they existed?
No.
He would die before that happened.
“Pigeons!” He cooed, trying to rally the remaining birds into some semblance of organization. “Around the central nests!”
In the back of his mind, he wondered where Splash and the rest of his group had gone. Only one had come back. Surely they had escaped. But Splash.. he wasn’t the type of bird to flee when others needed him.
Blizzard’s thoughts were quickly consumed with trying to get the various pigeons who had stayed behind into a defensive force.
“Ritz Crackers,” said Ritz. “Goodbye.” He flew back to Eggshell Island or whatever it’s called.
~
The pigeons gathered around the nest, fearfully eyeing the sky. (Is it a slaughter?)
 

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