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

[Lovely Lettie]

@Lovely Lettie, would you like to join the RP?

Sure, how do you do it?

 

[Little Baby Bean]

Flower felt the other egg squirm

(It’s not a bad name. I just think they’d be like “Frizzle, Drizzle and Sizzle? Uh…nice names…”)
(Lol)
(How about Thunder for a boy with dark gray and smooth feathers and Lightning for a girl with very frizzled white feathers?)

(Drizzle, Thunder, and Lightning. Storm babies! I think it’s cute.)

(I love it!)

 

[JustBabyMargo]

Snails kept sleeping.

(Hey, @EmmaRainboe , do you want to skip time, and say it’s morning now?)

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Sure, how do you do it?

You start by making a character.
They’d either be a loner or a member of Dawnflock.
Dawnflock is the large feral chicken flock this RP revolves around.
You character would either be one of the compact, slender feral chickens who make up most of the flock. They’re typically from a long line of wild chickens
They’d have natural color patterns, be small and slender.

Or they’d be more of a human-bred chicken, but you’d have to incorporate humans into their backstory.
Most chickens are named after nature.
Example form:

Name: Rain

Appearance: Tall, slender blue-gray hen. Gray legs, small single comb, red earlobes, and golden hackles.
(If you have a pic of a bird that looks like them or of the bird you modeled the character after, include it.)

Age: 9 months

Story: Was hatched as a loner. She lost her family when she was young, and joined Dawnflock. She spends a lot of time with her best friend Fang.
She is bold, smart, and kind.

Flock: Dawnflock.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

(I love it!)

Flower rolled out the egg. A little gray beak was busy poking through the shell.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

You start by making a character.
They’d either be a loner or a member of Dawnflock.
Dawnflock is the large feral chicken flock this RP revolves around.
You character would either be one of the compact, slender feral chickens who make up most of the flock. They’re typically from a long line of wild chickens
They’d have natural color patterns, be small and slender.
View attachment 2944515
Or they’d be more of a human-bred chicken, but you’d have to incorporate humans into their backstory.
Most chickens are named after nature.
Example form:

Name: Rain
Appearance: Tall, slender blue-gray hen. Gray legs, small single comb, red earlobes, and golden hackles.

(If you have a pic of a bird that looks like them or of the bird you modeled the character after, include it.)View attachment 2944523
Age: 9 months

Story: Was hatched as a loner. She lost her family when she was young, and joined Dawnflock. She spends a lot of time with her best friend Fang.
She is bold, smart, and kind.

Flock: Dawnflock.

So the form is:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Story:

Current flock:

And so if your bird is one that was hatched in Dawnflock, they’d likely have a natural name, more natural pattern, and be small and slender.
If they were not hatched in Dawnflock, they could be a purebred who was originally from a human city. Or a mutt who lived on the streets. Or another feral bird. Or anything in between.
Please no crazy crested or silkie birds, to keep it simple.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

@Little Baby Bean
Flower tapped the little beak with her own. “We’re about to have another chick!”

 

[TheOddOneOut]

So the form is:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Story:

Current flock:

And so if your bird is one that was hatched in Dawnflock, they’d likely have a natural name, more natural pattern, and be small and slender.
If they were not hatched in Dawnflock, they could be a purebred who was originally from a human city. Or a mutt who lived on the streets. Or another feral bird. Or anything in between.
Please no crazy crested or silkie birds, to keep it simple.

@Lovely Lettie

 

[Little Baby Bean]

@Little Baby Bean
Flower tapped the little beak with her own. “We’re about to have another chick!”

Connor smiled. "Yay!" He said.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Connor smiled. "Yay!" He said.

The little beak chipped off more and more shell as it zipped. She smiled. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when a little gray foot, lightly fuzzy with deep gray down, clutched the edge of the shell, kicking and pushing.