Icepaw felt as if the berries were done drying, after being "baked" in the son for two days. He pecked one it tasted dry and hard. He cocked his head pulled up his wings and let them fall down again, in a shrug like motion. As he finished the hard berry, he swept the others into a leaf and with much difuluty folded each edge of the leaf into the center.He bent over grabing it in his beak. He hopped up on a branch and started to where he though Redchick or Redpaw would be, perhaps she would like the hard berries, he would just get used to them. Flaping his wings he hop-flew threw the woods.
I don't know at what name stage Redchick is at now.
I don't know at what name stage Redchick is at now.
