WingClan, a Chicken clan ЯР-- 'Fly with the breeze'

[Blue_Myst]

(lol! Suspense sure draws an audience

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Legs weak, Silver rose to her feet, staring awestruck at Blackthorn. "Yes, I . . I want her back. All of Wingclan does."

"Wingclan . . .," Blackthorn seemed to be tasting the new name, rolling around in his mouth thoughtfully. "I saw your group set up shop, and that you would be the easiest to negotiate with. Those roosters looked like they'd rather rip my throat out than give me a hearing."

Silver's eyes narrowed at his summation of her beloved clanmates. "And what, exactly, is in this proposal for you? I know you are not aquainted with Thorntalon, and you most certainly are not working for Daggerbeak. Who are you?"

"I knew you wouldn't trust me," he nodded, grey eyes flashing calmly, almost pityingly. "And I'm not asking you to give me an ounce of trust. All you need to realize is that I have a bone to pick with Daggerbeak, and I thought I'd stretch the offer to accomplish some good. I get you in, you get Thorntalon out, I do my business. Everybody wins."

 

[Attack Chicken]

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Kernal yawned and happen to look down as he seen a shape moving about the camp. He decided to hop down in front of it.

 

[Attack Chicken]

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She stood still and kept behind the tree listening but she thought to herself "Maybe Daggerbeak has a brother?" she continued to listen in.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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She stood still and kept behind the tree listening but she thought to herself "Maybe Daggerbeak has a brother?" she continued to listen in.

(He has a twin brother in his clan

Maybe even Blackthorn is his brother, lol)

 

[Blue_Myst]

(maybe we'll never know . . .

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Silver stared at Blackthorn thoughtfully, her eyes searching his for any reason to distrust him. The rooster just looked calmly back, awaiting his answer, and pretending to pick idly at his razor black claws.

Sighing, she turned away. There was really no other choice. Every day Thorntalon spent with Hackleclan was another day of . . . of torture, starvation and . . . maybe she was even dead. "How do I know you aren't an agent for Daggerbeak, trying to pick us off one by one?" she muttered, eyes full of confusion.

"I would never associate myself with that low-life," snarled Daggerbeak, and he spat on the ground. The click of his talons revealed that he was getting closer to Silver. "You want to know?" His voice softened. "Thorntalon is still alive."

The truth, etched in every one of the four fateful words he had spoken, impressed Silver into looking back up and meet his gaze, hardly daring to hope.

He looked away and continued absently. "She's in a cell, resisting Daggerbeak day and night, having to choose between life and death, love and hate, loyalty and betrayal. Every night she stares out into the night and wonders when Wingclan will come for her, hoping that she'll be saved from her torture."

There was a heavy silence. Silver's eyes were wet. The battle had been won.

"Yes," she looked with defiance into the rooster's face. "I'll do it."

 

[Gerbil]

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Kernal yawned and happen to look down as he seen a shape moving about the camp. He decided to hop down in front of it.

It looked up at him and bared it's little teeth, charging a second later at his leg. A second darted and grabbed the firsts tail pulling him, he looked at the large rooster and smiled nervously.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

The loud cluck could be heard from the mountain, again. It was only until then everyone noticed that was Thorntalon.

 

[Blue_Myst]

Blackthorn nodded. He looked pleased, and helped Silver get to her feet.

"The rest of this operation is up to you. Recruit as many chickens as you can trust, we're going to need a backup ambush in case things get dicey. If we leave within the hour, I can have you in and out faster than you can pick a fight with Daggerbeak."

"An ambush . . . ," Silver regarded him nervously. "You mean . . . "

"Yes," he said quietly. "You're going to have to go in alone. It would look too suspicious otherwise. But don't worry." He smiled reassuringly, seeing that Silver was the kind that needed comfort rather than persuasion. "I promise that by the end of this ordeal, we'll have made our best shot of getting Thorntalon out of her prison." He turned away, and flapped his wings. "Meet me back here in half an hour. We mustn't waste time." Blackthorn disappeared into the oncoming darkness, not even a speck could be seen.

Silver, glowing in the moon's pearly light, set a determined face, and started back for camp. There was work to do.

 

[Attack Chicken]

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Kernal yawned and happen to look down as he seen a shape moving about the camp. He decided to hop down in front of it.

It looked up at him and bared it's little teeth, charging a second later at his leg. A second darted and grabbed the firsts tail pulling him, he looked at the large rooster and smiled nervously.

"Mean little thing are you?" he clucked as he looked down at the two things. He thought for a minute and pulled out two plump berrys from under his wing and laid them on the ground infront of the two things.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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While watching from behind the tree, Lionchick peeped, "Oooh, Oooh, Pick me! Pick me!"