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

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(I sorta want a red bar Birmingham show roller so I can name him Russet.)

(That’s specific )

Ritz landed on the pier. He took Fish Stick’s rare silence as an affirmative. “Okay, Lysander, what do we do next?”

Fish Sticks looked around. “A.. hiding place? To perch?” He suggested. “But we have to look out for squirrels.” He added.

 

[Amer]

(That’s specific )

Fish Sticks looked around. “A.. hiding place? To perch?” He suggested. “But we have to look out for squirrels.” He added.

(If I’m gonna name him Rus he better be perfectly identical.)
“That gutter then?” Ritz pointed a wing to a building near the pier. It had a gutter along the roof.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(If I’m gonna name him Rus he better be perfectly identical.)
“That gutter then?” Ritz pointed a wing to a building near the pier. It had a gutter along the roof.

“The gutter sounds good!” Fish Sticks said, sounding happy for the prospect of sleeping in a gutter.

 

[Amer]

“The gutter sounds good!” Fish Sticks said, sounding happy for the prospect of sleeping in a gutter.

“Okay,” Ritz said. He flew to the building, landed on the roof, and inspected the gutter, eventually settling into a spot where the most offensive object was merely the skeleton of a leaf.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“Okay,” Ritz said. He flew to the building, landed on the roof, and inspected the gutter, eventually settling into a spot where the most offensive object was merely the skeleton of a leaf.

Fish Sticks plopped himself right into a damp pile of gutter scum.
“Ahhhh.” Fish Sticks sighed.
“Lot better than that rock.”

Fish Sticks repositioned himself and fluffed up his soon-to-be stained feathers.

(Is it time to skip to the next day?)

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks plopped himself right into a damp pile of gutter scum.
“Ahhhh.” Fish Sticks sighed.
“Lot better than that rock.”

Fish Sticks repositioned himself and fluffed up his soon-to-be stained feathers.

(Is it time to skip to the next day?)

(Yes uhhhh)
Russet and Riski finished whatever important thing they were doing and settled in for the night, Russet beside Cement and Riski in a slightly battered cardboard box labeled “hashbrowns.”

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks plopped himself right into a damp pile of gutter scum.
“Ahhhh.” Fish Sticks sighed.
“Lot better than that rock.”

Fish Sticks repositioned himself and fluffed up his soon-to-be stained feathers.

(Is it time to skip to the next day?)

"What about Rico Sebastianelli?" Ritz asked suddenly. He had been pondering all the gull names he knew and his brain managed to mush three together.
(I saw there is an APA judge with that name and thought it was the coolest name ever)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Yes uhhhh)
Russet and Riski finished whatever important thing they were doing and settled in for the night, Russet beside Cement and Riski in a slightly battered cardboard box labeled “hashbrowns.”

"What about Rico Sebastianelli?" Ritz asked suddenly. He had been pondering all the gull names he knew and his brain managed to mush three together.
(I saw there is an APA judge with that name and thought it was the coolest name ever)

(Hashbrowns XD)

The day of the coup.
The thought crept into Cement’s mind before she was even fully awake. She didn’t open her eyes for a few more seconds, savoring the rapidly fading calmness of sleep.

Cement opened her eyes and stretched. She looked to her side for Russet. She gently reached forward and preened his face, waking him. Once his eyes were upon her, Cement wanted to say something. She wanted to share how afraid she was, confide in him. But how would that help? They needed to stay strong for their gang. She needed to stay strong for her mate. So she didn’t say anything, instead opting to nod silently.

(That is a cool name)
Fish Sticks jolted awake, looking around wildly, his wings raised. “Whaa-”

Fish Sticks almost fell out of the gutter before he spotted Ritz. “Oh.” He squawked, “It’s just you, Crackers.”

Fish Sticks yawned. “Whaddityasay?” He slurred while his beak was still gaping open.

 

[Amer]

(Hashbrowns XD)

The day of the coup.
The thought crept into Cement’s mind before she was even fully awake. She didn’t open her eyes for a few more seconds, savoring the rapidly fading calmness of sleep.

Cement opened her eyes and stretched. She looked to her side for Russet. She gently reached forward and preened his face, waking him. Once his eyes were upon her, Cement wanted to say something. She wanted to share how afraid she was, confide in him. But how would that help? They needed to stay strong for their gang. She needed to stay strong for her mate. So she didn’t say anything, instead opting to nod silently.

(That is a cool name)
Fish Sticks jolted awake, looking around wildly, his wings raised. “Whaa-”

Fish Sticks almost fell out of the gutter before he spotted Ritz. “Oh.” He squawked, “It’s just you, Crackers.”

Fish Sticks yawned. “Whaddityasay?” He slurred while his beak was still gaping open.

Russet was prodded out of sleep by Cement. And she looked deep into his eyes, and isn’t she amazing? Russet’s mood was soaring, but he was grounded by the gravity of Cement’s nod, and the frown on her sharp little beak. The coup. Today. Either everything gets a little bit better from now on, or everything falls apart. And judging by yesterday’s events, it looks like things are going in the latter direction.
Riski pounced out of his box, frightening the orange cat that had been considering the box beside it for a place of residence.
Even though Riski had conditioned himself against it, he always considered cities to be claustrophobic. The alley was too narrow for him to spread his wings to their whole length, but the buildings towered above him. He looked longingly and the pigeons perched and nested above. He wished he could sleep above it all, like he sometimes did on the wing.
Now I’m really in the middle of things. Isn’t it amazing?

“Crackers?” Ritz asked. It slowly dawned on him that Fish Sticks consider that to be some kind of nickname. “Rico Sebastianelli? Oh, never mind.” Rico Sebastianelli was even more flashy than Lysander.

 

[Amer]

The seagull looks mortified.