Summer's chat thread!

I need a good name for the book, last night i thought of "Flocks Of The Forest"
Would any of you read a book called "Flocks Of The Forest" With two dramatic chickens on the cover??
Oh you're modeling it after the warriors books! Dude, I would, but non-chicken people might not *scratches chin* Hmmmm...... Think along the lines of how most wild chickens are escaped fighters - like the wild chickens of hawaii. Those werelet loose after cockfighting was banned.
 
Oh you're modeling it after the warriors books! Dude, I would, but non-chicken people might not *scratches chin* Hmmmm...... Think along the lines of how most wild chickens are escaped fighters - like the wild chickens of hawaii. Those werelet loose after cockfighting was banned.
Yeah, when i read the beginning of a book i need to make the rest of it
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I'm trying to make it not super Warrior-cat like.
This is the Prologue:

About 39 years ago, on a farm by a small river, a hen sat in a nesting box, along with a whole other row of hens. Underneath her was 8 newly hatched chicks, a small variety of breeds. The young hen rose up to check on "her" Little bundles of down. The chicks peeped waiting for their mother to respond. She softly clucked, and layed back down, pushing away unwanted wood chips and adjusting her feet.

(that's all i have now, but i'm gonna do a summary so that my fingers don't die)

Summary: the farm raises chicks and sells them to hatcheries. After this part, the farmer walks in and collects the chicks from all the hens around her, and the hen in the story.(not easy to do) Then he puts them in a brooder. When the chicks are 4 months, he loads them into dog crates and puts them in the back of this pickup truck with a towel over the back. When he is driving he gets into an accident and some of the dog crates fall out of the back.There are 4 chickens in each dog crate, 4 dog crates in all. All of the crates fall out, 1 of which contains his special breeds. His Barnevelders, and Ayam Cemani pair. the cages cracked when they hit the hard road and tumbled into a near by ditch. He was able to grab a cage that didn't burst open, but the rest the chickens had escaped. he tried to catch them, but only caught a cornish cross.

The chickens that escaped adapted to their surroundings, having many chicks, but also loosing many. The humans expanded their territory, pushing them slowly out further in the forest. Conflict arose when the two cockerels ( out of the 11 chickens that escaped) thought that they would be the best to rule the flock. The Ayam Cemani won the first flock, and the other Rhode Island red surrendered. He took a few hens, and started a flock of his own across a river.

Generations later, An Ayam Cemani still rules, his name is Storm, the Great great ( not gonna write all the greats) grandson of the fist flock.
 
thank you! There is more to came as long as i don't go through another imagination drought.
Lol that's just the prolouge so far
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I am always in an imagination drought - unless whatever I'm doing can be funny/stupid. THEN i'm practically einstein
 

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