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

[Amer]

Cement sighed softly. Some part of her agreed with Russet. If they moved the gang, they wouldn’t have to deal with this constant violence.

It was a nice thought.

But, of course, it was only a thought for a reason. They had squeakers, eggs, and more than a few pigeons who had started to stiffen with age. Not to mention that the gang knew this place. Moving would be downright dangerous- they wouldn’t know the location of food, water, shelter, and enemies.

With our luck, wherever we moved would be just as chaotic as here. Cement thought wryly. As she thought about that, she observed their surroundings, a small smile gracing her beak.

“If we could move safely, I’m still not sure we would.” Cement finally murmured aloud. “This is our home.”

Cement stared towards the gang. Our gang.

“Now it’s time to prepare.”

“Of course we wouldn’t, Cement. I love it here. Sulliver and the leuitenants only add the necessary excitement we all need.” Russet said, giving his feathers a satisfied fluff.
He turned his head so he could look right into Cement’s worried eyes and flashing them a smile. “When did you start taking my words seriously?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“Of course we wouldn’t, Cement. I love it here. Sulliver and the leuitenants only add the necessary excitement we all need.” Russet said, giving his feathers a satisfied fluff.
He turned his head so he could look right into Cement’s worried eyes and flashing them a smile. “When did you start taking my words seriously?”

Cement smiled, a teasing look in her eyes. “Why do you think I’m being serious, Rus?” She stuck her beak forward and playfully preened a feather into place on his wing.

Cement did have to admit to herself that she had been considering their situation with more and more of a feeling of despair as of late. But she couldn’t let that take over her mind. My gang won’t lose. She reminded herself. It may be hard, but we’ll be able to stop the coup. We’ll beat Suliver.

Cement turned, waited a second for Russet, and flew off to go over her plans once again with the gang. The coup was almost upon them, and they had to be ready.

 

[Amer]

Cement smiled, a teasing look in her eyes. “Why do you think I’m being serious, Rus?” She stuck her beak forward and playfully preened a feather into place on his wing.

Cement did have to admit to herself that she had been considering their situation with more and more of a feeling of despair as of late. But she couldn’t let that take over her mind. My gang won’t lose. She reminded herself. It may be hard, but we’ll be able to stop the coup. We’ll beat Suliver.

Cement turned, waited a second for Russet, and flew off to go over her plans once again with the gang. The coup was almost upon them, and they had to be ready.

Cement’s playful response filled Russet with delight. Of course he had worries of his own. Primarily for Cement herself. To see his clowning cheer her up brought up his own morale.
Russet followed Cement and listened as she relayed her plans.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Fish Sticks’ wings flailed against gravity and the lashing winds of the sea. His heart seemed to skip a beat for every jagged stone that he miraculously dodged. Fear paralyzed him. His wings seemed to move in slow motion as he tried to right himself and get into flight.

Fish Sticks’ managed to turn himself around, pushing his wings out against the wind. He looked down and his eyes widened. An outcropping of rock was rapidly rushing towards him.

Fish Sticks strained wildly against the force of the wind, pumping his wings to dodge the stone, or even slow his descent.

It’s- Fish Sticks’ beak gaped open, too- late! He shut his eyes, giving one more flap. No-

Thump.

The air rushed out of his lungs as a fuzzy gray darkness overtook him.

—

The gulls crowded the edge of the cliff, wings flapping as they shoved and pushed each other to get a look.

Their leader was gone.

Vaatras looked at the churning water with a somewhat disappointed expression. He had wanted to be the one to end the life of that foolish gull.

Oyster, circling above the other gulls, thought over Fish Sticks’ end. Too bad he had to go and trip off the edge of a cliff. Suits him, somehow, ending in a way as shameful as his life. She thought in contempt.

Cement, also hovering over the other birds, felt a pang of pity for the poor gull. He didn’t deserve that. She sighed. Even a fool could tell he had never stood a chance. She wondered briefly, then, why the gull had decided to sacrifice himself in such a pointless battle. I’ll never understand those birds. She pondered. He was a brave one, though.



Unknownst to the birds gathered above, Fish Sticks was still breathing. He lay in a groove in the cliffs, which he had rolled into after impact, the highest sea spray barely reaching the hidden crag.

Fish Sticks groaned.

Owwww….

Fish Sticks’ eyes cracked open.

“Wha…”

Fish Sticks couldn’t remember why he was here. But his head hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

“Owww….” He said, his squawk much quieter than you would expect from a gull. Fish Sticks closed his eyes again, then opened them fully.

Where am I?

The gull stared, stupefied, at the rough rock about a foot above his head. His eyes widened as it dawned on him that he was flat on his back.

Fish Sticks kicked his skinny little legs, his huge webbed feet flailing around as he tried to right himself. Eventually he made it to his feet, careful not to bash his head against the low ceiling of the little crevice he had found himself in.

What sorta trash did I get into? Fish Sticks wondered, staring blankly around him. Outside, he could hear the sea and the wind. He was probably on Eggshell Island by the looks of his little crevice and closeness to the water.

But Fish Sticks had no idea how he had gotten there.

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks groaned.

Owwww….

Fish Sticks’ eyes cracked open.

“Wha…”

Fish Sticks couldn’t remember why he was here. But his head hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

“Owww….” He said, his squawk much quieter than you would expect from a gull. Fish Sticks closed his eyes again, then opened them fully.

Where am I?

The gull stared, stupefied, at the rough rock about a foot above his head. His eyes widened as it dawned on him that he was flat on his back.

Fish Sticks kicked his skinny little legs, his huge webbed feet flailing around as he tried to right himself. Eventually he made it to his feet, careful not to bash his head against the low ceiling of the little crevice he had found himself in.

What sorta trash did I get into? Fish Sticks wondered, staring blankly around him. Outside, he could hear the sea and the wind. He was probably on Eggshell Island by the looks of his little crevice and closeness to the water.

But Fish Sticks had no idea how he had gotten there.

Ritz watched helplessly as Vaatras became the new gull leader. He’s as bad as One-Toe is supposed to be, from what I’m told of her, if not worse.
Ritz had a mercifully short attention span. He grew hungry and decided to fish in the bay. He landed on the water beside the island and dipped his head beneath the water, grabbing a squirming silver fish. As he gulped it down, movement on the rocks not far from him caught his eye.
Something in a little crevice had moved. Nothing dangerous had never been seen on Eggshell Island before. Naturally, Ritz investigated. He hopped up the rocks to the crevice and beheld a battered figure. “Fish Sticks?” he asked. “You’re alive!” Ritz began to get happy feet. “You can fix everything!”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Ritz watched helplessly as Vaatras became the new gull leader. He’s as bad as One-Toe is supposed to be, from what I’m told of her, if not worse.
Ritz had a mercifully short attention span. He grew hungry and decided to fish in the bay. He landed on the water beside the island and dipped his head beneath the water, grabbing a squirming silver fish. As he gulped it down, movement on the rocks not far from him caught his eye.
Something in a little crevice had moved. Nothing dangerous had never been seen on Eggshell Island before. Naturally, Ritz investigated. He hopped up the rocks to the crevice and beheld a battered figure. “Fish Sticks?” he asked. “You’re alive!” Ritz began to get happy feet. “You can fix everything!”

Fish Sticks stared at Ritz with huge eyes. This gull seemed familiar. Probably just forgot his name. He thought, staring sheepishly at his feet.

“Right!” Fish Sticks squawked nervously. “Uh, yeah.. what’s your name again?” He said, trying and failing to be subtle.

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks stared at Ritz with huge eyes. This gull seemed familiar. Probably just forgot his name. He thought, staring sheepishly at his feet.

“Right!” Fish Sticks squawked nervously. “Uh, yeah.. what’s your name again?” He said, trying and failing to be subtle.

“My name is Ritz Crackers,” said Ritz. He wouldn’t remember someone as unimportant as me. “So I imagine rising from the grave is extremely exhausting. Care for a fish?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“My name is Ritz Crackers,” said Ritz. He wouldn’t remember someone as unimportant as me. “So I imagine rising from the grave is extremely exhausting. Care for a fish?”

“Ritz Crackers, yeah.” Fish Sticks squawked. “I knew that.” He mumbled.

Fish Sticks gave Ritz his signature blank stare. What grave? He wondered. Rising? Like a fish?

Fish Sticks nodded, still thoroughly confused. But who was he to refuse free food?

 

[Amer]

“Ritz Crackers, yeah.” Fish Sticks squawked. “I knew that.” He mumbled.

Fish Sticks gave Ritz his signature blank stare. What grave? He wondered. Rising? Like a fish?

Fish Sticks nodded, still thoroughly confused. But who was he to refuse free food?

Ritz hopped into the water. Now he had the pressure to catch a fish right. The first time.
He spotted one and dove for it, but it got away. "Sorry," he said, staring sheepishly at Fish Sticks. "Usually I'm not this bad." He spotted another and grabbed it, before hopping back out of the water. "Here," he said through a mouthful of squirming fish.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Ritz hopped into the water. Now he had the pressure to catch a fish right. The first time.
He spotted one and dove for it, but it got away. "Sorry," he said, staring sheepishly at Fish Sticks. "Usually I'm not this bad." He spotted another and grabbed it, before hopping back out of the water. "Here," he said through a mouthful of squirming fish.

Fish Sticks accepted the fish. As he took it from Ritz’s beak, he had a sudden feeling of having done something much like this before.

Fish Sticks quickly swallowed the fish and shook his beak back and forth, trying to remember.

Well, I’ve probably eaten a fish before. Fish Sticks thought triumphantly.

Wait, that wasn’t it…

Fish Sticks gave his companion a sideways look. “Have you ever eaten a fish?” He asked. Realizing a few moments later that the question made no sense, he quickly added, “Uh, with me, I mean. Not with squirrels or nothin’ like that.”