Spur, Oak, and Snow- A Turkey Roleplay

[PippinTheChicken]

Noodles shivered in the snow. She had no mother to keep her warm.
She slowly walked to Slate.
"I'm cold" she whined

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Bessy stood, her legs only just holding her rather plump, well fed body. She had been perching in a tree and snoozing but a blinding ray of sun which hit her in the eyes woke her quickly. She fluttered down to the ground attempting to appear graceful but appeared more like a balloon with a slab of concrete tied to it sinking to the ground, once on the ground Bessy sauntered over to the base of the tree. No other young turkeys would even glance her direction, they where far to frightened and in love with her to dishonour her wishes.
She had made it known long ago that she would be next to take over as lead hen, whether the turkeys believed her or not was a whole different story but nobody had the confidence to challenge her on it. At. All.
Despite being next to take over the flock life for Bessy could be pretty lonely, she had spent so long lording over the other young turkeys that she had never really made any friends and as she got older the more and more she began to think her chances of getting a mate where lower than any other female in the flock.

Bessy made her way through the thick snow carving a rather large path, the cold didn’t really bother her and she turned slowly around ready to tear shreds off some poor young turkey who just looked pathetic. She didn’t care if she offended or hurt them, they where irrelevant and most of them wouldn’t cause any sort of dispute because they where wimps and scared half to death of her. Bessy frowned and turned around, for some reason the other turkeys weren’t scattering simply at the sight of her.

 

[Amer]

Duncan was already awake, sitting quietly by the rest of his siblings, a blank look on his face as he stared off into nothingness. A voice brought him back from his thoughts and he turned his head, “ good morning, thrush. Indeed we have” He said quietly, looking back out toward the white blanket of snow that covered the woods. “ let’s just hope it’s not too deep”

“Yep!” Thrush flapped down from his branch, landing lightly in the snow. It was only about five centimeters deep. He gave it an experimental kick and the fresh powder jumped into the air. “A couple of spur-lengths deep.”

Noodles shivered in the snow. She had no mother to keep her warm.
She slowly walked to Slate.
"I'm cold" she whined

A white turkey poult wandered to the base of Slate’s tree. Slate knew Noodles was that age where you were almost always cold, he had been there at one time, though now he hardly felt the cold at all. “I’m very sorry about that,” he said truthfully, though he didn’t want to get down from the perch to warm her up. (Fun fact, tom turkeys go broody sometimes.)
Slate could hardly bear the plainative grey eyes. “Oh all right, come here,” he muttered, jumping down into the snow and fluffing out his feathers.

 

[Crestcrazy2]

“Yep!” Thrush flapped down from his branch, landing lightly in the snow. It was only about five centimeters deep. He gave it an experimental kick and the fresh powder jumped into the air. “A couple of spur-lengths deep.”

Duncan hopped down From his perch beside thrush and looked at the snow, he scratched some away revealing a few half frozen over acorns. He slightly smiled too himself as he ate one.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Bessy made her way through the thick snow carving a rather large path, the cold didn’t really bother her and she turned slowly around ready to tear shreds off some poor young turkey who just looked pathetic. She didn’t care if she offended or hurt them, they where irrelevant and most of them wouldn’t cause any sort of dispute because they where wimps and scared half to death of her. Bessy frowned and turned around, for some reason the other turkeys weren’t scattering simply at the sight of her.

“Yep!” Thrush flapped down from his branch, landing lightly in the snow. It was only about five centimeters deep. He gave it an experimental kick and the fresh powder jumped into the air. “A couple of spur-lengths deep.”


A white turkey poult wandered to the base of Slate’s tree. Slate knew Noodles was that age where you were almost always cold, he had been there at one time, though now he hardly felt the cold at all. “I’m very sorry about that,” he said truthfully, though he didn’t want to get down from the perch to warm her up. (Fun fact, tom turkeys go broody sometimes.)
Slate could hardly bear the plainative grey eyes. “Oh all right, come here,” he muttered, jumping down into the snow and fluffing out his feathers.

Bessy’s eyes landed on the pathetic turkey poult seeking warmth from the-wait, she didn’t know this turkey. For whatever reason they hadn’t caught her attention, perhaps it was the fact they seemed rather quiet, she’d even go as far as to say shy. But she didn’t appreciate not knowing their names, particularly when she didn’t approve of them or of something they did, she sidled over her swagger oozing confidence. “Who might you be?” She asked somewhat abruptly, she didn’t waste her time on pointless introductions or mindless small talk, no she had a purpose, intention, she was here to find out who this turkey was and whether or not he was at all a threat to her status.
(If u don’t want her to interact with them in this scene just let me know and I will delete )

 

[PippinTheChicken]

Bessy’s eyes landed on the pathetic turkey poult seeking warmth from the-wait, she didn’t know this turkey. For whatever reason they hadn’t caught her attention, perhaps it was the fact they seemed rather quiet, she’d even go as far as to say shy. But she didn’t appreciate not knowing their names, particularly when she didn’t approve of them or of something they did, she sidled over her swagger oozing confidence. “Who might you be?” She asked somewhat abruptly, she didn’t waste her time on pointless introductions or mindless small talk, no she had a purpose, intention, she was here to find out who this turkey was and whether or not he was at all a threat to her status.
(If u don’t want her to interact with them in this scene just let me know and I will delete )

Noodles' irresistable grey eyes looked up on a big brown turkey.
"H-hello. I'm N-nnnoodles!" She squeaked, timidly
she buried herself in Slate's feathers, her head sticking out.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Noodles' irresistable grey eyes looked up on a big brown turkey.
"H-hello. I'm N-nnnoodles!" She squeaked, timidly
she buried herself in Slate's feathers, her head sticking out.

Bessy didn’t even glance at the poult, “yeah whatever” she replied dismissing the young turkey, her attention was fixed on the other turkey

 

[Amer]

Duncan hopped down From his perch beside thrush and looked at the snow, he scratched some away revealing a few half frozen over acorns. He slightly smiled too himself as he ate one.

Thrush began scratching for acorns as well.

Bessy’s eyes landed on the pathetic turkey poult seeking warmth from the-wait, she didn’t know this turkey. For whatever reason they hadn’t caught her attention, perhaps it was the fact they seemed rather quiet, she’d even go as far as to say shy. But she didn’t appreciate not knowing their names, particularly when she didn’t approve of them or of something they did, she sidled over her swagger oozing confidence. “Who might you be?” She asked somewhat abruptly, she didn’t waste her time on pointless introductions or mindless small talk, no she had a purpose, intention, she was here to find out who this turkey was and whether or not he was at all a threat to her status.
(If u don’t want her to interact with them in this scene just let me know and I will delete )

(You had me at “swagger oozing confidence” XD she’s hilarious!)

Bessy didn’t even glance at the poult, “yeah whatever” she replied dismissing the young turkey, her attention was fixed on the other turkey

Slate’s brain began a disfunctional scramble from the moment the last turkey he would want to approached him. The only bird he had to steer clear from while all of the rangers had left the fence. The one with wild and unbelievable stories. The one who smelt fear. Bessy.
If the fear-smelling rumor was true, Slate would have done well to wipe the panicked expression off his face so he didn’t make his fear even more obvious. Unfortunately, Slate couldn’t see himself, so he shouted his identity with bugging eyes, a white face, and fluffed feathers. “SLATE! I’m Slate.”
This is the sort of punishment I get for leaving my branch.

 

[Amer]

@RoosterWhisperer
@CrazyCochin
Idk if you’re getting alerts.

 

[PippinTheChicken]

Thrush began scratching for acorns as well.

(You had me at “swagger oozing confidence” XD she’s hilarious!)

Slate’s brain began a disfunctional scramble from the moment the last turkey he would want to approached him. The only bird he had to steer clear from while all of the rangers had left the fence. The one with wild and unbelievable stories. The one who smelt fear. Bessy.
If the fear-smelling rumor was true, Slate would have done well to wipe the panicked expression off his face so he didn’t make his fear even more obvious. Unfortunately, Slate couldn’t see himself, so he shouted his identity with bugging eyes, a white face, and fluffed feathers. “SLATE! I’m Slate.”
This is the sort of punishment I get for leaving my branch.

Noodles was startled by Slate's panicked yell.
She scrambles out from under him.
She sees the "angry brown turkey" and gets startled again.
"Aaaaghhh" she squeaks in fear
She runs forward and buries herself in the snow