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

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"In camp? Oh no I've never been in there. I don't want to intrude" Gemfeather clucked.


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now my plan has been exposed!
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(Muahahaha...)

"Oh really?" she said, one brow up and wing at her hip, "I saw you."

"I've been on the outside of camp. I haven't been INSIDE the camp yet" he cocked his head.
 
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"BLOODWING!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, "COULD YOU DO ME A HUGE FAVOR?"

"As long as it doesn't involve rabid skunks," Bloodwing grumbled, walking over to Thorntalon. "Another bird? Injured? Need to be magically saved from death?" he stared at the form lying on the ground.

Thorntalon was still panting from the yelling, "Blood*huff*Wing...She passed out in front of me...And I'm sort of feeling like I'm coming down with something...Could you...help me?"
 
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"In camp? Oh no I've never been in there. I don't want to intrude" Gemfeather clucked.


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now my plan has been exposed!
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( Gem constantly reminds me of hatching eggs!
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(How?LOL )
 
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(Muahahaha...)

"Oh really?" she said, one brow up and wing at her hip, "I saw you."

"I've been on the outside of camp. I haven't been INSIDE the camp yet" he cocked his head.

"Suit yourself," she said as she looked back to BloodWing.
 
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"As long as it doesn't involve rabid skunks," Bloodwing grumbled, walking over to Thorntalon. "Another bird? Injured? Need to be magically saved from death?" he stared at the form lying on the ground.

Thorntalon was still panting from the yelling, "Blood*huff*Wing...She passed out in front of me...And I'm sort of feeling like I'm coming down with something...Could you...help me?"

"Sure thing, Thorntalon," with a smile, he put a shoulder under the injured hen and heaved her onto his back, carefully carrying her to the medicine den. He glanced towards the entrance, hoping that Scarletnight had seen his biceps flex as he picked up the unconscious hen.

Lowering the hen onto the nearest vacated bed of leaves, he mopped up her wounds, plugging her up with a blood transfusion (how do chickens do that, anyway :hmm) and splinting her leg, which appeared to have taken a beating. The wound, however, remained gaping and bleeding, and Bloodwing sighed. Taking a long, fine string of reed grass, he used a briar to wind it a few times through the wound, stitching it together temporarily. A poultice of honey and cool clay was applied, and Bloodwing covered the hen with some of the leaves to insulate her from the night's cold. "Well," he panted, looking down at her. "I AM very tempted to plaster you to the floor so you don't undo those stitches, but I doubt Thorntalon would agree."
 
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(How?LOL )

( idk, he just does, now he's got me looking up homemade 'bators! )

(Whaaa? lol )

Gemfeather looked to see if he could see the lovely hen named Rainsong or possibly the white leghorn hen he hadn't yet talked to.
 
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(How?LOL )

( idk, he just does, now he's got me looking up homemade 'bators! )

Perhaps Gemfeather reminded you of a gem-encrusted bator you once saw?
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