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

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He blankly stared at her after sipping gingerly from the water, a bemused expression still plastered upon his face. Still, he said absolutely nothing to her the entire time.

she sigh, then brings out some berries she gathered for her dinner, and mash it, and give it to him, and hum a sweet tune

He felt his hocks buckle and he sat down, his orange eyes gazing emptily at the ground. He seemed too consumed in thought to even notice the berries she offered to him.
 
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she sigh, then brings out some berries she gathered for her dinner, and mash it, and give it to him, and hum a sweet tune

He felt his hocks buckle and he sat down, his orange eyes gazing emptily at the ground. He seemed too consumed in thought to even notice the berries she offered to him.

she wave a wing "ello? and one still there" she said smiling, then ask "do you have a clan near by? if so, i could bring you there" her face was like a angel, sweet and kind
 
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He blankly stared at her after sipping gingerly from the water, a bemused expression still plastered upon his face. Still, he said absolutely nothing to her the entire time.

she sigh, then brings out some berries she gathered for her dinner, and mash it, and give it to him, and hum a sweet tune

Give him something for shock and/or brain injury.
 
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He felt his hocks buckle and he sat down, his orange eyes gazing emptily at the ground. He seemed too consumed in thought to even notice the berries she offered to him.

she wave a wing "ello? and one still there" she said smiling, then ask "do you have a clan near by? if so, i could bring you there" her face was like a angel, sweet and kind

she pours something down his throat for shock
 
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He felt his hocks buckle and he sat down, his orange eyes gazing emptily at the ground. He seemed too consumed in thought to even notice the berries she offered to him.

she wave a wing "ello? and one still there" she said smiling, then ask "do you have a clan near by? if so, i could bring you there" her face was like a angel, sweet and kind

He slowly peeled his stare from the ground and looked at her, his forehead deeply furrowed. He opened his mouth, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head with a questioning expression, "A... what?"
 
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she wave a wing "ello? and one still there" she said smiling, then ask "do you have a clan near by? if so, i could bring you there" her face was like a angel, sweet and kind

He slowly peeled his stare from the ground and looked at her, his forehead deeply furrowed. He opened his mouth, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head with a questioning expression, "A... what?"

"do you have a clan i can bring you to?" she asks
 
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He slowly peeled his stare from the ground and looked at her, his forehead deeply furrowed. He opened his mouth, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head with a questioning expression, "A... what?"

"do you have a clan i can bring you to?" she asks

He shook his head again, "I-I have no idea what you're talking about," he muttered, foggy memories vaguely appearing in his mind. Clan, Clan... He knew something about one of these 'Clans'. Something about the word made him feel a sense of anger inside. He remembered a wine colored face that wore a filthy smirk and mischeivous burgundy eyes. The black cock's voice thundered through Clawstar's mind as he ranted and demanded, sending a shudder through him. Darkstar.

But he still recalled nothing of Wingclan, simply sketchy memories of his early past.
 
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"do you have a clan i can bring you to?" she asks

He shook his head again, "I-I have no idea what you're talking about," he muttered, foggy memories vaguely appearing in his mind. Clan, Clan... He knew something about one of these 'Clans'. Something about the word made him feel a sense of anger inside. He remembered a wine colored face that wore a filthy smirk and mischeivous burgundy eyes. The black cock's voice thundered through Clawstar's mind, sending a shudder through him. Darkstar.

But he still recalled nothing of Wingclan, simply sketchy memories of his early past.

"oh dear" she mutters "do you have a name?" she asks "do you remember a thing?"
 
"They-" he began quietly, cutting himself off and trying to determine just who this 'they' he was referring to was, but drawing a blank. "They called me... Sickleclaws."
 

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