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

Posh heard this, as she was scanning the trees, and she froze. Her heart dropped. She had been hoping she could leave Dawn flock, and Tiny, her, and in the future possibly Delilah could be their own flock. But then she began pondering… Maybe having a friend in the flock wouldn’t be so bad…. So long as she didn’t collapse to the pressures of the pecking order.
Dahlia beckoned for Posh to come out of the trees. Snowberry smiled at her. “You are welcome to join as well.
 
Dahlia beckoned for Posh to come out of the trees. Snowberry smiled at her. “You are welcome to join as well.
Posh shook her head. “I- I- I- C- Can’t.” She was trying to hold back the tears her anxiety was bringing upon her.
 
Posh shook her head. “I- I- I- C- Can’t.” She was trying to hold back the tears her anxiety was bringing upon her.
“What’s the matter? I’ve seen you on the hills near camp. It’s cold and barren out there. Wouldn’t it be better to have food, friends and warmth?” His dark eyes held kindness in their depths.
 
“What’s the matter? I’ve seen you on the hills near camp. It’s cold and barren out there. Wouldn’t it be better to have food, friends and warmth?” His dark eyes held kindness in their depths.
“Not in this flock. Not me. I’m sorry.” The straggly little pullet turned around, and waded through the snow back to her wet, cold, shelterless, bush.
 
Fern turned around, seeing Moon. “Oh, hey Moon!” She smiled. “Titan, this is my adopted daughter, Moon.”
(Something needs to happen. Like, maybe he knew Moon’s mother. And she looks familiar.)
“Well she is a stunner.”

(What is Moon? Is it possible she’s a FEG cross?)
 
“Not in this flock. Not me. I’m sorry.” The straggly little pullet turned around, and waded through the snow back to her wet, cold, shelterless, bush.
Snowberry watched her go, confused and disappointed. Dahlia let out a hiss and snuck after Posh.
Prim watched her adopted pullet leave, comforted knowing she’d come back.
 
“Well she is a stunner.”

(What is Moon? Is it possible she’s a FEG cross?)
(She is a lavender/gray color with silver hackles. Her legs are slaty blue and her eyes are a golden color. She has a pea comb (ish) and no muffs. She’s about 7 months old. So idk?)
“I get that a lot.” Said Moon, giving a charming smile. “Titan, right?”
 
Posh laid in the slushy snow, under the bush she had spent the rest of the year. Her keel and downy became quickly drenched. She then became reunited with her old friend, shivering. She was shivering hard, as the wind sent chills down her spine.
Dahlia poked her head in. “You are an absolute idiot.”
 

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