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

[Gerbil]

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[BirdNut]

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I think I know what's wrong

Whatever it is, AC, I'm sorry and I hope you feel better soon.

 

[Gerbil]

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I think I know what's wrong

Whatever it is, AC, I'm sorry and I hope you feel better soon.

I haven't the slightest, but I'll send hugs.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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I'm sorry for whatever we did, AC

feel better soon.

 

[Lofty Dreams]

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This is exciting!

x2!!

You see she crashed into a tree in Wingclan's camp

 

[Blue_Myst]

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"Silver?"

That same, warm and inviting voice broke the silence. From out of the shadowed entrance of the den stepped Wildheart, who took a moment to groggily rub a wing across his eyes to clear them after a long nap outside. "You're awake!" he said, clearly relieved. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked, gingerly walking toward her bedside.

"W-Wildheart?" blinking blearily, Silvermist glanced around the room until she saw him, a shadow in her darkened vision. Immediately she noticed his tired stride, his untidy feathers as if he had not preened them for a day or two. Despite her gasping breaths, a small smile broke out along her beak. "I feel--" she hesitated. "Fine" was ill-fitting, and "great" an outright lie. "Well, I made it through the night." She winced, touching the edge of her chest wound gingerly. It was still hot, but it had stopped bleeding, and with its many medicinal dressings, had not become infected.

 

[The Turken Lady]

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x2!!

You see she crashed into a tree in Wingclan's camp

(I see.

But both my characters aren't in Wingclan's camp right now,so I don't have anything to say.

)

 

[Blue_Myst]

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x2!!

You see she crashed into a tree in Wingclan's camp

(Oh, I would have one of my characters greet you, but unfortunately one is injured, one is a nervous wreck, and the other is in the middle of a battle

)

 

[The Turken Lady]

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I'm sorry for whatever we did, AC

feel better soon.

 

[BirdNut]

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"Hello," called a voice as a chicken hung upside-down from a low bough with his sharp, wickedly curved talons. He had seen her run into the tree, at first wondering if she was, perhaps, a tad daft; quickly dimissing the thought when he noticed how young she was, and how heavily her feet were feathered. That was probably to blame for her accident, he thought. "Who are you?" asked the odd bird, cocking his head.