Spur, Oak, and Snow- A Turkey Roleplay

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Bessy arrived at the barn, probably to make Slate's life horrible. Slate squinted at Bessy somehow believing that by seeing less of her, she'd target him less. "We're looking at the ruins of the barn," he said. "Now we're going back though."

“Oh” she nodded and sauntered forward “well don’t mind me. I’m going to look around” she informed them not particularly caring if they left or stayed

 

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"Oh yeah, you're right. Snow!" Willow said. She capered more carefully. "I'm still cold though," she decided.

"I guess we start by going back to the forest," said Slate quietly, kicking the dirty snow. "There's nothing here for us anymore." He stared sorrowfully at the wreckage, his brown eyes seeming extra large in his thin face, stark against the white that pain had painted over it. Something, somewhere, hardened in him, as his last shreds of hope blew away in the breeze. Whether he found hope in something outside himself or strength in the absence of hope, it couldn't be said. All Slate knew is he wanted to keep on living. He didn't lose his fears, but he did shed a little bit of weakness. The change was only subtly noticeable in his tone of voice. Though more purposeful, it was still weak. "We will tell Acorn about this, if she doesn't already know. We have to find a home in the woods."

Thorn watched as Willow skipped cheerily away.
That poult’s going to get eaten one of these days. Thorn thought.

"I agree," she said, looking at Slate's sorrowful face, and nudged him, "It will be okay, Acorn will find a way."

"Come on Copper, or we'll go without you!" Kaede exclaimed, trying to be happy in such a sad time.

"Yes," said Slate, looking nervously at Copper. Will she though? Acorn is a bit... well, she's Acorn. And Acorn might be better than most at survival, but she doesn't know everything, and if she did know everything, she might make things more difficult for everyone else. From what I see, she's never been in the woods during the winter before. We need help. But will she accept it?

Ok I’m just gonna yeet Bessy in with the guys investigating the fire)
Bessy stood and noticed a track in the snow, she rolled her eyes and ran to the track knowing whoever had left wouldn’t last 5 minutes without her. She trudged through the snow following the track, her face narrowed into a frown when she saw the track turn away from the woods and towards the old barn. She sped up, when the barn appeared in front of her so did a turkey. Bessy cleared her throat loud enough for half the forest to probably hear, “what are you doing out here?”
(idk what turkey she’s talking to… @Amer hope this is okay. @RoostersAreAwesome @CrazyCochin hope it’s ok with you guys too)

“Someone needs to check the human-roost!” Copper gobbled from his fence-post perch.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Thorn watched as Willow skipped cheerily away.
That poult’s going to get eaten one of these days. Thorn thought.




“Someone needs to check the human-roost!” Copper gobbled from his fence-post perch.

Bessy shot him a look that would have made lesser turkeys run, but not Copper, no. He was her equal in so many ways, arrogance, attitude and bossiness. “Excuse me? You have the nerve to try and tell me what to do?!” She asked her voice deadly calm, it again something that would make most turkeys back away slowly and then run for their lives

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Bessy shot him a look that would have made lesser turkeys run, but not Copper, no. He was her equal in so many ways, arrogance, attitude and bossiness. “Excuse me? You have the nerve to try and tell me what to do?!” She asked her voice deadly calm, it again something that would make most turkeys back away slowly and then run for their lives

“Last I checked, I was higher ranked than you, dumpy.” Copper said, peering down at her with a questioning look in his eyes. He fanned his tail, feeling rather full of himself on his high perch.

 

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“Last I checked, I was higher ranked than you, dumpy.” Copper said, peering down at her with a questioning look in his eyes. He fanned his tail, feeling rather full of himself on his high perch.

Bessy bristled “I don’t care if you think your higher than me. You don’t get to boss me around” she spat, oh she hated him, as a matter of fact she hated anyone who addressed her as a dumpy. Pretty much all the turkeys knew her by name so why couldn’t they just address her as Bessy?

 

[Amer]

The human nest was not far from the chicken coop and very obviously flat without having to investigate further. There was no reason to check for survivors in its state.
But Copper did not appear to be in an amenable mood at the time, and Slate wasn't the wilful sort. As Bessy and Copper began arguing, Slate put it to himself to end all conflict as quickly as possible. He ran to the burned house and did some hasty, fruitless scratching through the charred remains.
"Nothing here!" he shouted hurriedly, darting back close to the fence, but not close to the contesting turkeys.
Can we just return to the flock and the forest as quickly as possible?

 

[Amer]

Willow capered back to Thorn. “How do you feel today? With the... snow? I’m feeling cold.” She shivered.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Bessy bristled “I don’t care if you think your higher than me. You don’t get to boss me around” she spat, oh she hated him, as a matter of fact she hated anyone who addressed her as a dumpy. Pretty much all the turkeys knew her by name so why couldn’t they just address her as Bessy?

The human nest was not far from the chicken coop and very obviously flat without having to investigate further. There was no reason to check for survivors in its state.
But Copper did not appear to be in an amenable mood at the time, and Slate wasn't the wilful sort. As Bessy and Copper began arguing, Slate put it to himself to end all conflict as quickly as possible. He ran to the burned house and did some hasty, fruitless scratching through the charred remains.
"Nothing here!" he shouted hurriedly, darting back close to the fence, but not close to the contesting turkeys.
Can we just return to the flock and the forest as quickly as possible?

Copper ignored Slate, instead glaring at Bessy. “I am higher than you, dumpy.” He said, his face a threatening bright red.

“I’ll have ya know I was once Head Turkey of this flock, and should be treated as such!” Copper gobbled. He looked about ready to hop down from his high perch and pick a fight.

Willow capered back to Thorn. “How do you feel today? With the... snow? I’m feeling cold.” She shivered.

Thorn cocked her head. “I don’t mind it.” She said dismissively.

Thorn started to walk through the snow, flicking her large beak back and forth, trying to find something edible under the great expanse of whiteness.

 

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Spur Flock
Pepe awoke to falling snow and released a loud, fruity laugh. “Snow! Already! It seems like only yesterday when the last bits were melting in spring!” The branch groaned appreciatively as it snapped back up into place when Pepe leaped down to the ground. A large, Pepe-shaped dent was left in the snow at the place of impact, but the couple of steps he took afterwards were almost dainty. He turned back to inspect his fresh, beautiful footprints before staring back up at his flockmates in the trees. “Anyone care to join me? It’s quite pretty before it gets tricky to scratch through.
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Oak Flock -Young Forest
Willow awoke, safe and warm, in her foster-mother’s feathers. (Who is it today?)

(Spur flock)

Fox, the first to wake of his brothers, trotted up to Pepe. Though the snow meant ruffled feathers and a sorry amount of food, he couldn’t help but feel less pessimistic around the cheerful tom.

“You’re right, Pepe.” Fox said, putting his head comically close to the snow to inspect it. “I think I can even see a snowflake!” He joked.

 

[Amer]

Copper ignored Slate, instead glaring at Bessy. “I am higher than you, dumpy.” He said, his face a threatening bright red.

“I’ll have ya know I was once Head Turkey of this flock, and should be treated as such!” Copper gobbled. He looked about ready to hop down from his high perch and pick a fight.

Thorn cocked her head. “I don’t mind it.” She said dismissively.

Thorn started to walk through the snow, flicking her large beak back and forth, trying to find something edible under the great expanse of whiteness.

Willow pecked the snow curiously. It tasted good. She tried pecking through the snow, and found this to be difficult. She scratched it and uncovered the world’s tiniest seed. This she consumed.

(Spur flock)

Fox, the first to wake of his brothers, trotted up to Pepe. Though the snow meant ruffled feathers and a sorry amount of food, he couldn’t help but feel less pessimistic around the cheerful tom.

“You’re right, Pepe.” Fox said, putting his head comically close to the snow to inspect it. “I think I can even see a snowflake!” He joked.

Fox’s head was close to the snow, and Pepe wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity. He kicked some of the fluff up into Fox’s face. “See anymore?” he asked, laughing.