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

*Dane woke with a start when she was surprised. He looked at the other pidgeons with a dazed expression for a few moments before rolling over and getting to his feet.*

*nanako slowly release the other wing as well.*
“Thanks a lot.” Trenton muttered, shaking himself. At first he didn’t realize why Pearl had splashed them other than spite. Then, he noticed Dane. “Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, inspecting the pigeon carefully.
Speedy also shook out his feathers. He was glad the pigeon seemed unhurt, but it was a small victory compared to the huge loss that had transpired at the claws of the gangs.

Barnacles hopped to his feet and shook his feathers out. “Since you don’t have answers, I’ll be goin’.” He cawed curtly. He hopped up beside Rocket, but froze at the sight of the pigeons.
“Say, are those your friends or enemies?”
 
Cement’s expression didn’t change throughout Ritz’s speech, but her mind was racing. Of course the gulls would want equal rights in the city. Some pigeons would be nervous to see them flying freely above the streets, but their alliance was well worth it. “Tell him I agree to his conditions.” Who is Fish Sticks, anyway? He must be some leader.

Rocket hesitated a moment, then nodded. “Yes.” She answered, her coo unusually quiet.
Barnacles glared up at them, tense and ready for attack.

Pearl cooed in agreement.
“Hey, it’s alright, youngling.” Beaks said. He ducked his head under Pita’s good wing and helped him up. “Your other wing is hurt, don’t move it.” He cautioned.
"Okay!" said Ritz. "Anything else?"

"Okay," Pita said, breathing less rapidly, getting up.

While the other pigeons were concerned with the living, Russet was looking at the dead. We can't leave all the bodies out like this, it's disrespectful.
The usual pigeon method--a funeral pyre--would take too much work to set up. So we can go with the usual gull method. Since we're to be allies and all. It ain't nice to see them become food for the fishes, but it's a lot better than seeing them strewn about like victims.
Russet decided to go to the squad who had followed behind. "We're too late," he told them. "Almost all of Blizzard's flock is dead. Sulliver's gang is already gone. But we need something big and floaty. We are going to give them a boat grave."
(What if they use an actual boat? it would have be one that isn't anchored tho)
 
“Thanks a lot.” Trenton muttered, shaking himself. At first he didn’t realize why Pearl had splashed them other than spite. Then, he noticed Dane. “Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, inspecting the pigeon carefully.
Speedy also shook out his feathers. He was glad the pigeon seemed unhurt, but it was a small victory compared to the huge loss that had transpired at the claws of the gangs.

Barnacles hopped to his feet and shook his feathers out. “Since you don’t have answers, I’ll be goin’.” He cawed curtly. He hopped up beside Rocket, but froze at the sight of the pigeons.
“Say, are those your friends or enemies?”
*nanako looked the way he was and stayed silent as she watched them.*

Nanako: ido not know them. Do you know rocket??

Dane: sore, but I think I'll live. *he shook his feathers off of the water.*
 
"Okay!" said Ritz. "Anything else?"

"Okay," Pita said, breathing less rapidly, getting up.

While the other pigeons were concerned with the living, Russet was looking at the dead. We can't leave all the bodies out like this, it's disrespectful.
The usual pigeon method--a funeral pyre--would take too much work to set up. So we can go with the usual gull method. Since we're to be allies and all. It ain't nice to see them become food for the fishes, but it's a lot better than seeing them strewn about like victims.
Russet decided to go to the squad who had followed behind. "We're too late," he told them. "Almost all of Blizzard's flock is dead. Sulliver's gang is already gone. But we need something big and floaty. We are going to give them a boat grave."
(What if they use an actual boat? it would have be one that isn't anchored tho)
(A small boat? If they figure out how. Imagine a person coming to the pier just to see that their boat is in the middle of the bay, filled with dead pigeons. XD)

Cement shook her head. “We usually roost over there.” She said, pointing with a wingtip at a particularly snug place under the bridge, out of the way of the nests and squeaking chicks.

Pearl, who had landed near Russet for instruction after making sure Dane was stable, nodded to herself as she heard his plan. Good. We will honor them. And later we will honor them when we defeat this evil.

Beaks led Pita to the large group of Cement’s gang that had just landed. They would have to find some cloth to carry him back. Which was ironic, in a way. If Blizzard’s flock had had sufficient cloth and an earlier warning, they all could’ve survived.
Riski continued on. “And you should just see the violet crow! Guess what color it is!”
That’s- a trick question! “Black!” Fish Sticks blurted. He was afraid enough of being seen as a fool by Riski that he didn’t realize it was a rhetorical question, which only made things worse. The job of gulleader and Riski spokesgul was definitely a stressful one.
 
*nanako looked the way he was and stayed silent as she watched them.*

Nanako: ido not know them. Do you know rocket??

Dane: sore, but I think I'll live. *he shook his feathers off of the water.*
“No.” Rocket muttered. “Should we make a flight for it?”
Barnacles narrowed his eye. He could make out a reddish blob among the gathered gray blobs. Though his eyesight wasn’t the best, he was sure this was a pigeon, not a stray red balloon, due to its strutting movements. Barnacles happened to know a red pigeon. He abruptly took off, then landed in front of Russet, peering at him closely.

Speedy bobbed his head. “Good, good. You can fly?” He asked Dane.
“What’s your name?” Trenton added.
 
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(A small boat? If they figure out how. Imagine a person coming to the pier just to see that their boat is in the middle of the bay, filled with dead pigeons. XD)

Cement shook her head. “We usually roost over there.” She said, pointing with a wingtip at a particularly snug place under the bridge, out of the way of the nests and squeaking chicks.

Pearl, who had landed near Russet for instruction after making sure Dane was stable, nodded to herself as she heard his plan. Good. We will honor them. And later we will honor them when we defeat this evil.

Beaks led Pita to the large group of Cement’s gang that had just landed. They would have to find some cloth to carry him back. Which was ironic, in a way. If Blizzard’s flock had had sufficient cloth and an earlier warning, they all could’ve survived.

That’s- a trick question! “Black!” Fish Sticks blurted. He was afraid enough of being seen as a fool by Riski that he didn’t realize it was a rhetorical question, which only made things worse. The job of gulleader and Riski spokesgul was definitely a stressful one.
(Ikr! The mental image! Well, it would have to be that person’s fault, because the boat would have to be floating and tied to shore, unanchored, the only logical way to allow pigeons to move it.)
“Okay,” said Ritz. He set off again.

Pita let himself be lead into a fabric thingy. “Where are you taking me?”

“Yes! Exactly!” said Riski, who had actually not intended for it to be a rhetorical question. “Black. Some silly crow probably came up with the name when she fancied herself a rare breed.”
“No.” Rocket muttered. “Should we make a flight for it?”
Barnacles narrowed his eye. He could make out a reddish blob among the gathered gray blobs. Though his eyesight wasn’t the best, he was sure this was a pigeon, not a stray red balloon, due to its strutting movements. Barnacles happened to know a red pigeon. He abruptly took off, then landed in front of Russet, peering at him closely.

Speedy bobbed his head. “Good, good. You can fly?”
“What’s your name?” Trenton asked.
(Stray red balloon)
Russet jumped back as a raven suddenly landed in front of him, large as life, and invaded his personal space.
“Stand back!” he shouted, whipping his wing out reflexively. That’s when he saw the single yellow eye. Oh yeah, I forgot Barnacles has no depth perception. He can be a close talker. “Barnacles? Barnacles, what’re you doing ‘ere mate?” (Whenever he was around Barnacles the Australian accent seemed to rub off on him.)
 
“No.” Rocket muttered. “Should we make a flight for it?”
Barnacles narrowed his eye. He could make out a reddish blob among the gathered gray blobs. Though his eyesight wasn’t the best, he was sure this was a pigeon, not a stray red balloon, due to its strutting movements. Barnacles happened to know a red pigeon. He abruptly took off, then landed in front of Russet, peering at him closely.

Speedy bobbed his head. “Good, good. You can fly?”
“What’s your name?” Trenton asked.
Nana: they aren't part of your gang??koaka
 
(Ikr! The mental image! Well, it would have to be that person’s fault, because the boat would have to be floating and tied to shore, unanchored, the only logical way to allow pigeons to move it.)
“Okay,” said Ritz. He set off again.

Pita let himself be lead into a fabric thingy. “Where are you taking me?”

“Yes! Exactly!” said Riski, who had actually not intended for it to be a rhetorical question. “Black. Some silly crow probably came up with the name when she fancied herself a rare breed.”

(Stray red balloon)
Russet jumped back as a raven suddenly landed in front of him, large as life, and invaded his personal space.
“Stand back!” he shouted, whipping his wing out reflexively. That’s when he saw the single yellow eye. Oh yeah, I forgot Barnacles has no depth perception. He can be a close talker. “Barnacles? Barnacles, what’re you doing ‘ere mate?” (Whenever he was around Barnacles the Australian accent seemed to rub off on him.)
Cement stared after him. Dedicated gull. She thought, returning to her tasks. There were two small gangs who’s leaders she fully trusted, but she wasn’t sure if all their birds would be willing to go along with the plan. One unsure pigeon could ruin anything. However, now they had the gulls. They would have to be enough. Other gang leaders would surely support her once she explained herself. If they were able to stop the coup.

“Cement’s gang. You’ve probably heard of us. Blizzard.. was a friend of the gang.”
Another pigeon stepped forward and started giving instructions to Pita. “Lay on this. Tuck in your feet and move as little as possible..” She said. “Try and tuck in your wings. You don’t have to fully bring the broken one in.” She added.

Fish Sticks nodded enthusiastically. It seemed that RAA was actually denser than the gull. “Just as bad as red squirrels.” He added, despite the fact that red squirrels are, well, red.

“Russet! I was jus’ trying to figure out what happened, mate.” Barnacles cawed. He raised his wings to gesture broadly to the carnage, causing a few pigeons to step back nervously. “I asked those dingo-eaten birds over there, but they” he huffed, “were rather bloody rude about it.”
 

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