(Gull-political(Oh wow, I’ve never had a pigeon do that before, Biff is brutal
The worse I’ve had was when I found RB missing enough feathers on his neck that he looked almost like a naked neck pigeon. But I’m still not sure of the cause, since there weren’t any damaged feathers, only missing ones. Thankfully I haven’t seen any evidence of bullying/serious fights since I moved the pigeons into the larger aviary.)
“Good luck to ya,” Fish Sticks squawked in an unnecessarily-loud voice. He wished he knew what a “Barbados” was, but he didn’t ask. “I think I’ll figure out who I am an’ all. And.. lead the gulls.”
The first thing I’m gonna do as gulleader is get those dang squirrels.
(It’s funny how Riski established Fish Sticks as the leader of the gulls then decided to leave them in that chaos. It’s going to have serious gull-political consequences. XD)
Cement preened Russet’s face lovingly, feeling a swell of hope for the future. They finally had a real chance to make things right!
And with that, pigeons, the gulls, and the various other birds of the city lived happily ever after.
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With one exception…
A bloodied, one-toed pigeon, the one who was formally considered the most powerful bird in the city, limped down the city streets. She dragged her drooping wing beside her, unable to fly and barely able to walk. The pain was unbearable, but she kept moving, knowing there were enemies around every corner. Finally, she found an empty alley, just as it was getting dark. She hunkered down, shivering, between two towering garbage cans.
“Hello, General One-Toe.”
One-Toe jumped, skittering out of her hiding place, her head shooting around frantically. “Who are you?!” Where are you?!
“Don’t be afraid.”
The bird, who had been perched above One-Toe, landed softly on the ground. Her usually-sleek feathers were ruffled, but otherwise she was unmistakeable, the white tips of her wings shining in the city light.
“Lieutenant,” One-Toe cooed in recognition. However, she took another step back, unsure who to trust after what had happened. “Are you still loyal to me?”
“Of course.” The white-flighted pigeon answered smoothly. “And I want to help you.”
One-Toe should’ve been feeling the sparks of hope, but all that was left in her was despair. “There’s no helping me.” She said gruffly. “This whole cursed city is against me. Everyone, traitors. My reign is over.” Despite herself, her body drooped with her last words, the finality of it striking a blow to her heart.
“Not everyone has betrayed you.” The white-flighted pigeon said. “There are many who still believe in the one true General, but they cannot fight without their leader.”
One-Toe looked at her former lieutenant, the very one who had helped organize the coup against her, who she still thought of as a friend, unaware of her betrayal, and said; “I’m listening.”
“I want you to meet a friend of mine.” The white-flighted pigeon smiled in the dark. “She will help us take back what is rightfully your’s.”
A raven stepped out of the dark.
“Greetings, General.” The bird said, her shining black eyes fixed on the pathetic pigeon who had once been her sworn enemy.
“My name is Shadow.”
To be continued…?
(To be continueeeed
Ooh ooh ooh!
The raven and crow ends definitely were not tied up)
