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

[Amer]

The gulls, as it seemed, were having a bit of trouble.
When Riski said he would convince the gulls to help Cement in her efforts, it sounded so easy.
Ritz had never met a gull who concealed his self-doubt, and it was rare for him to meet a gull who wore his self-doubt on his sleeve either. Because self-doubt and gulls just didn’t go together.
How was he to know Riski was embarking on what he thought was a fool’s errand?
But it was pretty obvious that he was.
The second the exiled trio had returned to Eggshell Island, they were chased away and threatened by Vaatras’ thugs. How quickly the sardine swerved for Fish Sticks. From upright gull to exile to leader to exile. In the space of two days. With Ritz sandwiched between Fish Sticks’ misfortunes and Riski’s lofty ideas.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Because there's only one hawk and I thought he might need a companion)

*dane fluttered out of the encirclement when she created an opening.*

*nanako huffed and tackled a pigeon that was about to go after rocket.*

(Cloud, the hawk, had a mate, she was killed by Suliver’s gang)

Rocket grunted as a pigeon flew into her. It was the traitorous lieutenant, though Rocket didn’t know that. She slapped at her opponent, her razor-talons gone, still under the bridge that Cement’s gang called home. The lieutenant smiled and slashed towards Rocket, leaving a deep wound under her wing.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

The gulls, as it seemed, were having a bit of trouble.
When Riski said he would convince the gulls to help Cement in her efforts, it sounded so easy.
Ritz had never met a gull who concealed his self-doubt, and it was rare for him to meet a gull who wore his self-doubt on his sleeve either. Because self-doubt and gulls just didn’t go together.
How was he to know Riski was embarking on what he thought was a fool’s errand?
But it was pretty obvious that he was.
The second the exiled trio had returned to Eggshell Island, they were chased away and threatened by Vaatras’ thugs. How quickly the sardine swerved for Fish Sticks. From upright gull to exile to leader to exile. In the space of two days. With Ritz sandwiched between Fish Sticks’ misfortunes and Riski’s lofty ideas.

Fish Sticks mournfully flew away from their pursuers, staring into the distance like someone in a sad music video. If only they could get onto the island! But, alas, Vaatras had other plans. If the gulls on the island saw Fish Sticks, they might proclaim him a miragule, and Vaatras wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Hmmph,” Fish Sticks grumbled to Ritz. “If only we didn’t look like ourselves!”

(Get it? Miragule? Miracle gull?)

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks mournfully flew away from their pursuers, staring into the distance like someone in a sad music video. If only they could get onto the island! But, alas, Vaatras had other plans. If the gulls on the island saw Fish Sticks, they might proclaim him a miragule, and Vaatras wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Hmmph,” Fish Sticks grumbled to Ritz. “If only we didn’t look like ourselves!”

(Get it? Miragule? Miracle gull?)

(I just sorted by reaction score, and wow, this rp is old)
A stormy petrel flew by on ashy colored wings.
“That’s it!” Ritz said. “We gotta disguise ourselves!”
Riski frowned. “Now why didn’t I ever think of that on any of my exploits? Oh yeah, probably because I’m pretty unmistakable.”
“Well we don’t need your help,” said Ritz, matter of factly.
“Thanks,” said Riski.
“Fish Sticks, you should get all ashy like that petrel there.”
“How are they gonna know you’re a gu…” Riski interrupted.
“Don’t interrupt! I’m having my moment! Now for me, it’s easy. I need some kind of white powder to cover my black head. I’ll look like a totally different guy.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(I just sorted by reaction score, and wow, this rp is old)
A stormy petrel flew by on ashy colored wings.
“That’s it!” Ritz said. “We gotta disguise ourselves!”
Riski frowned. “Now why didn’t I ever think of that on any of my exploits? Oh yeah, probably because I’m pretty unmistakable.”
“Well we don’t need your help,” said Ritz, matter of factly.
“Thanks,” said Riski.
“Fish Sticks, you should get all ashy like that petrel there.”
“How are they gonna know you’re a gu…” Riski interrupted.
“Don’t interrupt! I’m having my moment! Now for me, it’s easy. I need some kind of white powder to cover my black head. I’ll look like a totally different guy.”

(This rp is older than all my actual pet pigeons XD)

“Got it!” Fish Sticks squawked. Crackers is a genius, I never woulda got this idea!

They were right by the pier, so Fish Sticks simply found a sticky patch of gray mud and threw himself into it. Rolling with the same glee as a pig on a hot day, he got thoroughly drenched in the slightly-smelly substance.

“IS THIS GOOD?”

 

[Amer]

(This rp is older than all my actual pet pigeons XD)

“Got it!” Fish Sticks squawked. Crackers is a genius, I never woulda got this idea!

They were right by the pier, so Fish Sticks simply found a sticky patch of gray mud and threw himself into it. Rolling with the same glee as a pig on a hot day, he got thoroughly drenched in the slightly-smelly substance.

“IS THIS GOOD?”

Riski stared at Fish Sticks as if he was a beetle he found in his can of Ragu. “I know you gulls go nuts for garbage, but…”
Ritz Crackers was nowhere to be found. That was because he was pulling the heist of his lifetime.
Humans had this weird white powder. He knew this because once he’d been squirted by it before by some rude tall, skinny humans holding a pink bottle. It smelled pretty good, and it turned his feathers whitish.
Maybe he would find it in someone’s house.
He began by searching for open, screenless windows, usually by running into them and giving himself a minor concussion, then looked for obvious sources of powder.
In one house, a white powder coated the surface of a table. Beside it sat a bowl full of rising, mushrooming dough with a strong, yeasty smell. A human stood right in the room’s doorway with its child. But Ritz Crackers wasn’t about to turn up his beak at the opportunity. (I tried thinking of a good gull idiom for “gift horse” but alas)
This was the most terrifying thing he’d ever done, but there was no time to turn back now. He shot through the window and the big human gave a shout. He landed on the table and rubbed his black head in the powder. It didn’t smell as good as the other powder. The big human tried shooing him away but Ritz was already done, flying away and leaving a gull-shaped flour-angel on the table. He was now surrounded with a dusty white aura, and his head was snowy white like most gulls.

He returned to Fish Sticks. “Looking good, Fish Sticks.”

 

[Amer]

Ritz wondered if it was time to change his name. After all his exploits, eating a Ritz Cracker didn’t seem so impressive anymore. Maybe Powder Head was a better name.
But that sounded dumb.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Riski stared at Fish Sticks as if he was a beetle he found in his can of Ragu. “I know you gulls go nuts for garbage, but…”
Ritz Crackers was nowhere to be found. That was because he was pulling the heist of his lifetime.
Humans had this weird white powder. He knew this because once he’d been squirted by it before by some rude tall, skinny humans holding a pink bottle. It smelled pretty good, and it turned his feathers whitish.
Maybe he would find it in someone’s house.
He began by searching for open, screenless windows, usually by running into them and giving himself a minor concussion, then looked for obvious sources of powder.
In one house, a white powder coated the surface of a table. Beside it sat a bowl full of rising, mushrooming dough with a strong, yeasty smell. A human stood right in the room’s doorway with its child. But Ritz Crackers wasn’t about to turn up his beak at the opportunity. (I tried thinking of a good gull idiom for “gift horse” but alas)
This was the most terrifying thing he’d ever done, but there was no time to turn back now. He shot through the window and the big human gave a shout. He landed on the table and rubbed his black head in the powder. It didn’t smell as good as the other powder. The big human tried shooing him away but Ritz was already done, flying away and leaving a gull-shaped flour-angel on the table. He was now surrounded with a dusty white aura, and his head was snowy white like most gulls.

He returned to Fish Sticks. “Looking good, Fish Sticks.”

Fish Sticks stared at Ritz with wide eyes. Oh no, the mud didn’t work! “Who are you, and how do you know my name??” Looking around, he realized that his friend was missing. “And what did you do to Ritz Crackers?!”

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks stared at Ritz with wide eyes. Oh no, the mud didn’t work! “Who are you, and how do you know my name??” Looking around, he realized that his friend was missing. “And what did you do to Ritz Crackers?!”

Ritz laughed. “I am Ritz Crackers! I guess the disguise worked.”
“I’m with stupid,” Riski said. “I can never tell you gulls apart. Now it will be impossible.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” asked Ritz. “Let’s get in.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Ritz laughed. “I am Ritz Crackers! I guess the disguise worked.”
“I’m with stupid,” Riski said. “I can never tell you gulls apart. Now it will be impossible.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” asked Ritz. “Let’s get in.”

“Get in what?” Fish Sticks asked dumbly. The others started to fly back in the direction of Eggshell Island. Fish Sticks pumped his wings to keep up, the mud weighing him down and making him have to double his efforts.
“Guys, get in what??”