*The Lovely And The Ugly* A wild Chicken RP 2

Connor stood up and smiled. He ran out over to her and felt the soft snow. "It's so plushy and nice!" He exclaimed. He realized how her face was lit up and forgot about the snow. He focused on her beauty. "How did I ever get a mate so pretty as you?" He whispered to himself.
"Eh, you're just weirdly lucky." She said, leaning on him for a minute. But then she had an idea.
She scurried a bit farther up the slope, in the deep snow. Laying flat on her stomach, she slid down over the snow, nearly bowling Connor over. It was so much fun.
 
"Eh, you're just weirdly lucky." She said, leaning on him for a minute. But then she had an idea.
She scurried a bit farther up the slope, in the deep snow. Laying flat on her stomach, she slid down over the snow, nearly bowling Connor over. It was so much fun.
Connor started to laugh at what she was doing. "Whoa! What are you doing?" He asked when he almost fell over.
 
Timber's feet were warm enough for him to walk again. He hopped out of the tree and began to strut through the snow far away from it. He heard laughing and yelling so he ran over to where it was coming from. "Whoa." He said quietly. He saw a bunch of abandoned rabbit burrows with chickens inside of them. He also saw where the yelling was coming from. A beautiful pullet and a curly feathered cockerel.
 
Timber's feet were warm enough for him to walk again. He hopped out of the tree and began to strut through the snow far away from it. He heard laughing and yelling so he ran over to where it was coming from. "Whoa." He said quietly. He saw a bunch of abandoned rabbit burrows with chickens inside of them. He also saw where the yelling was coming from. A beautiful pullet and a curly feathered cockerel.
Flower stopped short, her pretty golden-brown eyes widening in shock. "Um...who are you?" She asked, backing up behind Connor.
 
Flower stopped short, her pretty golden-brown eyes widening in shock. "Um...who are you?" She asked, backing up behind Connor.
Flower poked his shoulder. "Psst! Connor! There's a rooster over there."
Connor stood up as tough and tall as he could to the new cockerel. Timber did the same. "I- um- am Timber. Is this a flock?" He asked them.
 
Flower shivered. She let Connor do all the talking. But she did nod.
Connor nodded as well. "Yes, it is. Where are you from?" Connor asked Timber.
"I'm not from anywhere. I escaped from a farm just a week ago since they tortured the roosters. I'm not here to cause any trouble, I promise. I just would like to join your flock if I can. If not, I'll leave." Timber said.
 

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