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

[6BeachChicks]

Yes.

(Well, how about you tell us, and we’ll incorporate that backstory so that she comes to the flock.)

 

[EmmaRainboe]

(Well, how about you tell us, and we’ll incorporate that backstory so that she comes to the flock.)

Oh, like more than I already said on the entrance form? What more would you like to know? What pieces do you need to be able to work her in?

 

[6BeachChicks]

Oh, like more than I already said on the entrance form? What more would you like to know? What pieces do you need to be able to work her in?

(Well, where does she come from? Or we can just have her get curious and walk in. Or maybe I can make a new character and they bump into each other.)

 

[6BeachChicks]

(I think I’m going to make a new character, just for fun)

 

[EmmaRainboe]

(Well, where does she come from? Or we can just have her get curious and walk in. Or maybe I can make a new character and they bump into each other.)

She was born in the flock. Hatched by her mother when she hatched a clutch of chicks. She was always the runt. Little and always raggedy. When her siblings were old enough they went and integrated into the flock. Poshy’s mama kept her by her side, and gave her special attention to try and nurse her chick back to health. Posh lived on the line between life and death, her mother waking up each morning fearing she may never hear those low cheeps again, yet Posh just kept on fighting, like a flame that could never be put out, not even in the harshest storms. One day her mama came across a lone juvenile who was separated and had been severely injured thanks to her flock mates. She was plucked and bloody, a tiny thing she was. A little frizzled bantam of unknown origins. She took that little one under her wing too. Posh was terrified of this stranger at first, but after one night they were inseparable; Poshy thrived. The love of another allowed her to grow bigger and stronger for what appeared to be even more rappidly than Clifford the big red dog. Posh’s mama tried to integrate her into the flock previously, but Poshy was still severely bullied, and as a result she was afraid of all other chickens, she was what some might say- chicken. But with the support of her new friend they fought the battle and managed to become accepted by the flock. Posh is the bottom of the pecking order, and still severely bullied, but she is no longer starved to death. One day Poshy woke up and both her friend and mother were gone. She didn’t know where they went, and hasn’t seen them since. She has accepted the fact that they are likely dead. She doesn’t really ever interact with other chickens in her flock, and thus has never real.y affected anything, until now when she has decided she misses being part of a family, and intends to begin her journey of acceptance, both societally and to herself.

 

[Little Baby Bean]

“Well, it might help if you elevate it.” Saffron looked around for some moss. Sh ripped some up, and put it in his nest.

"Thanks." He said, smiling. He stuck his leg out onto the soft moss. "That's better." He stated. (@TheOddOneOut want to have Eerie walk by or something?)

 

[the_peanut_coop]

Firefly preened his black-and-gold feathers, making sure his white speckles shone. He looked up, seeing his old friend Fang. He smiled at her. She looked so grown up…and beautiful.

Fang trotted over to him. "Firefly! Hi! I haven't seen you in a while!"

 

[Little Baby Bean]

(Aight. Who wants to RP?)

(Also, can we RP with Snowberry and Beatrice when your available?)

 

[TheOddOneOut]

"Thanks." He said, smiling. He stuck his leg out onto the soft moss. "That's better." He stated. (@TheOddOneOut want to have Eerie walk by or something?)

(Sure)
Eerie, making rounds through the snow, trotted by the den they were in.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

(Also, can we RP with Snowberry and Beatrice when your available?)

Snowberry shook Bea. “Bea?” He said, voice cracking. She was gone.
He hugged her tighter, tears in his eyes.