"Not super often. But at least once a moon."“These waterfalls are real pretty” Sage said, looking at them. “How often do you go here?”
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
"Not super often. But at least once a moon."“These waterfalls are real pretty” Sage said, looking at them. “How often do you go here?”
”Wish I would have found out about these earlier” Sage said. “How tall do you think they are?”"Not super often. But at least once a moon."
(her father was a Black Australrop and her mom was a Mille Fleur D'uccle by the way.Name: Sprout
Age: 4 months
Appearance: Small mostly black chicken with dark brown, gold-flecked eyes and mahogany streaks on her chest. She has white and russet flecked eyebrows and face feathers. She has a few feathers on her feet. The feathers on her feet are mostly russet and white, which make her look like like she's got leaves and snow caked on her feet.
Flock: None
Story/personality:
Sprout grew up with her father's flock after her mother was killed. But her father was a terrible leader, and most of the flock was killed by dogs. Sprout has been evading the dogs by staying in the forest, but she doesn't have that many survival skills.
“Yes, I did. We should go see what it was” Sage said, hoping it wasn’t anything badSprout raced through the woods. The huge gray and black dog tore through the brush behind her. She felt its teeth snap at her tail. She choked out a startled cry, flying into a tree.
Frost's head snapped up.
"Did you hear that?" She asked Sage.
"Yeah." Said Frost, her wispy white hackles fluffing in alarm. She crept through the bushes towards where she had heard the call, senses alert.“Yes, I did. We should go see what it was” Sage said, hoping it wasn’t anything bad
Sage followed right next to her. “I think i see something” Sage said, as he and Frost crept closer"Yeah." Said Frost, her wispy white hackles fluffing in alarm. She crept through the bushes towards where she had heard the call, senses alert.
Frost snapped her beak shut to stop herself from squawking in fear when a huge mottled body thundered across the ground in front of the bush they were in.Sage followed right next to her. “I think i see something” Sage said, as he and Frost crept closer
Sage, noticing this as well, Asked Frost “We have to get that dog out of here. But how?”Frost snapped her beak shut to stop herself from squawking in fear when a huge mottled body thundered across the ground in front of the bush they were in.
She poked her head out once it had passed.
Looking up, she gasped. In the small clearing, there was a large oak tree. And in the tree was a small, dark pullet, claws dug into the rough, slanted bark. She was bleeding from somewhere and her brown eyes were wide with terror.
A huge, spotted gray and black dog raced around the tree, scratching and whining. It wanted to eat her. Its floppy ears perked in interest when the terrified pullet let out a low groan of fear.