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

This was Poshy’s first winter. She has never seen snow so white, or snow at all. She hunched under her bush desperately trying to keep warm- shivering. Shaking. It reminded her of the past, when she was just a little chick who got stuck in the rain freezing, chirping for death to take her with it. Only then her mother was able to swoop her up and warm her up. This time she had nothing. Nobody. She was alone.
 
here are pics of actual tiny.
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This was Poshy’s first winter. She has never seen snow so white, or snow at all. She hunched under her bush desperately trying to keep warm- shivering. Shaking. It reminded her of the past, when she was just a little chick who got stuck in the rain freezing, chirping for death to take her with it. Only then her mother was able to swoop her up and warm her up. This time she had nothing. Nobody. She was alone.
Tiny was strutting around in the snow, unbothered, because of her thick, warm feathers. She heard a whimpering noise.
 
(Main flock, I think. Though she feels like an outsider, and tends to stick to the edges of the group.)
(Okay. Most mid and high rankers live in the center clearing, and the birds who live there are more of a close-knit group. But a lot of "bachelors" and lower ranking/shy birds live more alone. Kinda like Fang, who lives in her tree.)
 
Tiny was strutting around in the snow, unbothered, because of her thick, warm feathers. She heard a whimpering noise.
Posh heard distant footsteps. And desperately tried to conceal her cries of pain, and the clattering of her beak as she shaked. She did not know what was out there. She fluffed up her feathers, trying to get cozy in her down. Her feet were freezing. The feeling of the snow burned her toes. As if they were being stabbed with a million tiny needles.
 

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