{~\*>Wings of War<*/~}

[Abriana]

I`ll make Ginger!)

Tiny smiled at her for defending Frosty.

Tiny felt a sweep of relief wash over her as Xerxes calmed down. She turned to Sunny as she asked what happened. "Frosty thought you kidnapped me."

(Yes, there are two. I made my Valor (Female, Vaast) then Amer made her Valor (Male))

Sunny laughed. “Kidnapped you? Goodness. Who are you frosty?”
Xerxes continued to check out this interloper with cautious curiosity.

 

[RiverStorm]

Sunny laughed. “Kidnapped you? Goodness. Who are you frosty?”
Xerxes continued to check out this interloper with cautious curiosity.

Tiny chuckled with Sunny.

 

[Abriana]

Tiny chuckled with Sunny.

The chicks crowded eagerly around Tiny, cheeping for more treats, stretching their necks up to her beak.

 

[Flufferes]

WHY IS IT SO EASY TO REMEMBER FOUR PACKS
BUT SO HARD TO REMEMBER WHAT KIND OF BREEDS GO IN EACH FLOCK FOR ME *~*

 

[RiverStorm]

I might up-date her later, not sure.
@PeepersMama @Abriana is this good?

Name: Fola
Flock: Oster
Age: 2 weeks
Gender: Female
Rank: Chick
Breed: Golden Silver Polish
Description: black chick with a golden face, will have bright red feathers with black lacing and a pure black head when she becomes an adult
Personality: up-beat sometimes, can be snappy, spit-fire, has a hot-head, very loyal to her flock, quick to act and help, very caring to her siblings, parents, and friends.
Parents: Sunny (Mother, alive) and Xerxes (Father, alive)
Siblings: Lavender (Sister, alive) Ziv (Sister, alive)
Mate/crush: none
Chicks: none
History: normal
Other: Biggest and strongest of the three sisters
Username: @RiverStorm

 

[RiverStorm]

The chicks crowded eagerly around Tiny, cheeping for more treats, stretching their necks up to her beak.

Tiny grinned. "Okay! wait, wait.. I know just where some food might be..." She waddled over to a large piece of bark and flipped it over, reviling many grubs. "Hey, Ginger, Sunshine, Peaches! Found some food."

 

[Abriana]

I might up-date her later, not sure.
@Abriana is this good?

Name: Ginger
Flock: Oster
Age: 2 weeks
Gender: Female
Rank: Chick
Breed: Golden Silver Polish
Description: black chick with a golden face, will be light golden feathers with black lacing with a pure black head when adult
Personality: up-beat sometimes, can be snappy, spit-fire, has a hot-head, very loyal to her flock, quick to act and help, very caring to her siblings, parents, and friends.
Parents: Sunny (Mother, alive) and Xerxes (Father, alive)
Siblings: Sunshine (Sister, alive) Peaches (Sister, alive)
Mate/crush: none
Chicks: none
History: normal
Other: none
Username: @RiverStorm

Good!

 

[RiverStorm]

Good!

Tiny walked away from the chicks and began to pass by Sunny, but fell over. "I hate my feet. Their too big." She growled and she stumbled up to her feet again, and shook the dirt from her white feathers.

 

[Amer]

Yes!

(Yay. Ok.)
{Norra}
Juliet wandered through the forest. A small, slightly flightless bird wandering unbarred through a dangerous forest full of predators. But she had friends. And her chances of coming back home were multiplied. She said "I found a blood red slug! (I did once)" to her friends. (Who should be walking through the forest with her? She needs friends.)
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{Northeast of flock border}
Romeo faced the same dangers, multiplied. His mother had sent him into the forest, told him to leave her. Why didn't she want him? Was he not enough? Self-consciousness filled his young heart, for the first time. Not only were their more things in this forest to get him, and he was all alone, but he was younger, clumsier, and with much less flying ability than the smart, agile d'Anver, though he was soon going to be much larger. He had to find the flocks, that was what his mother told him, before she disappeared. So he would. He had to go west, she had said, and south too.

 

[Amer]

{Norra}
Gevlekt stood in camp. "Gather round!" He cried to the chicks. "I'm going to tell you a story!" His storytelling always excited and humored the chicks and young fowl, for they heard even about before the different flocks, and how they split. But they got disapproving glances from the older birds who had gone through it, especially when he openly admitted that even Norra's leader had done wrong that day.