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The undergrowth rustled as shapeless shadows danced through the forest. The birds' lithe bodies deftly wound through the foliage with a grace unearthly to chickens as they passed the pair, as though they'd mapped this forest time and time again. Their plumage starkly contrasted one another, ranging from beetle-black to rich mohogany. Long, glistening tail feathers trailed behind the handsome roosters, and the hens were just as much a sight for sore eyes. Each pair of eyes glanced at Cherrypaw and Deathstorm, but they advanced onward without a single word. The mysterious beings moved like ghosts; noiseless and gone without a trace, just as fast as they'd appeared, their tall figures seemingly melting into the shadows.
[Oooh, spoooky]
Cherrypaw watched, unable to speak. Once they were gone she turned wearily back to Deathstorm "We need to talk, but not here..." She looked around again "I have the feeling we're being watched"
Deathstorm nodded and looked around,eyes narrowed. "You're right," "We should get moving," He agreed after a while,turning towards Palerose. "Still,before we can go anywhere,we have to make sure Palerose is safe.." "You wouldn't happen to know anyone who could heal her,would you?"