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

[6BeachChicks]

Poshy was trembling. Hiding her head under her wings. “B- But- Mmm.” Posh was shaking so hard she couldn’t get any words out.

“Come on, Poshy. Go back, its not safe here.“ Tiny was pushing Poshy back to the burrow gently.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Poshy was trembling. Hiding her head under her wings. “B- But- Mmm.” Posh was shaking so hard she couldn’t get any words out.

Dahlia peered out at the frail pullet. She grinned joylessly. "Let me guess, you're in the Dead Mother club as well?"

 

[EmmaRainboe]

"A hen from Dawnflock. Her name is Prim. But although I like her, I just can't stay there. I don't want to stay here either. I just want to...dissapear." she mumbled.

Posh heard this. She stood up on her weak legs, and swallowed her fear. She walked under the bush, and laid down next to the chick. I feel you too. My mom is dead too. I have no one. It feels like you live in an eternity of pair and despair. For the first time in a long time I finally feel like I have someone, Tiny. I just met her yesterday. Take my wing, we can all have eachother. We will get through the pain together.

 

[EmmaRainboe]

Dahlia peered out at the frail pullet. She grinned joylessly. "Let me guess, you're in the Dead Mother club as well?"

Posh nodded.

 

[6BeachChicks]

"A hen from Dawnflock. Her name is Prim. But although I like her, I just can't stay there. I don't want to stay here either. I just want to...dissapear." she mumbled.

Tiny snuggled the chick. “It’s ok, it’s ok. You honestly think a mother raised me? No. The humans took her away. We will get through this. loners stick together.”

 

[Misfits Farm 92]

Lucky sat down. She wasn't good at dealing with chicks, or emotions. She was the wrong hen for this job and was not going to force Tiny to accept her help. Plus, she was pretty sure her presence made it worse. That's when she realized she hadn't even offered her help, she was just overthinking things.

 

[6BeachChicks]

Tiny escorted the little baby back to the nest with Poshys help.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Posh heard this. She stood up on her weak legs, and swallowed her fear. She walked under the bush, and laid down next to the chick. I feel you too. My mom is dead too. I have no one. It feels like you live in an eternity of pair and despair. For the first time in a long time I finally feel like I have someone, Tiny. I just met her yesterday. Take my wing, we can all have eachother. We will get through the pain together.

Posh nodded.

"I don't want to be so unkind to everyone who has been kind to me. I can't help it though. I say mean things. Earlier, there was this STUPID broody hen who kept forgetting to care for her chick, and the chick ran away. It was just...my mom is dead, and yet that bumbling fool who barely counts as a mom is still here? It's unfair. Life is stupid and unfair and I don't want to get through it without my mom." She said, her little voice breaking.

 

[6BeachChicks]

"I don't want to be so unkind to everyone who has been kind to me. I can't help it though. I say mean things. Earlier, there was this STUPID broody hen who kept forgetting to care for her chick, and the chick ran away. It was just...my mom is dead, and yet that bumbling fool who barely counts as a mom is still here? It's unfair. Life is stupid and unfair and I don't want to get through it without my mom." She said, her little voice breaking.

Tiny nodded. “Life is unfair sometimes. We have to get through the sad, to get to the happy.”

 

[EmmaRainboe]

"I don't want to be so unkind to everyone who has been kind to me. I can't help it though. I say mean things. Earlier, there was this STUPID broody hen who kept forgetting to care for her chick, and the chick ran away. It was just...my mom is dead, and yet that bumbling fool who barely counts as a mom is still here? It's unfair. Life is stupid and unfair and I don't want to get through it without my mom." She said, her little voice breaking.

“I’ve been begging for death to take me away for a long time, yet somehow the ones who want to die, are the ones who stick around; and the ones who don’t, get taken with death’s every breath.”