"What should we do?" Sparrow hissed, pulling on the reins so they would slow down. She looked at Oak's face in the near blackness, trying to read her expression. "And don't you dare say we're gonna kill someone!" She hissed.
“Well then I don’t know” Oak said. She looked from Sparrow to the reins and grabbed them veering them off the path onto the grass. “We’re going around them”
"You really ought to-" Sparrow was interrupted as the wagon rolled over a rock, tipping dangerously to the side. "-start thinking of plans that aren't just 'murder'."
“Excuse me-“ Oak was cut off by her wing flying out to grab the side to stop herself falling “-I don’t think this plan involved murder. But hey it might if you don’t stop criticising me”
"Are you threatenin' me?" Sparrow clucked, sticking out her chest and puffing herself up, then falling over as the wagon shook even more violently. She gave Oak a lopsided grin and flashed her fake spurs at the other hen, even though it was probably too dark to see them.
Oak returned the grin. Suddenly she bounced off “whoa!” She toppled off the wagon, “Spppaaaarrroowww!” Oak called
(What empire did they come from? I keep forgetting this stuff.
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(Clucking empire)(What empire did they come from? I keep forgetting this stuff.
Sparrow hopped off the wagon neatly, flapping her wings and landing on a rock. "This is perfect," she muttered, watching the wagon roll off into the night. For once, there was no sarcasm in her voice. "The guards'll check the wagon an' we can sneak around 'em." She peered around, listening carefully for any noises. Chickens have bad night vision, and she was no exception.
Sparrow stared at her shape in the darkness. "Oh.. well, I hear the Dark Forest empire is lovely this time of year. All, uh, dark.. and stuff." She suggested lamely.
Oak raised an eye brow. “No. Every empire-even the dark forest-will be on the lookout for the killer oak”
