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

[HeavensHens88]

Steel sat in the shade beside Amber, watching the goings-on and preening his feathers occasionally. He watched the mild verbal smack-down between Blue and Riverfire carefully, though both of them didn't seem to get too ruffled about whatever had happened.

Amber lightly pecked his wattle. "Who you watching?" She asked.
"Blue and Riverfire... They seemed to chaff there for a minute."
"Ah," Amber sighed. "Shall we go round up a couple Fledges to take foraging?" She suggested, eager to move on from the minor scuffle.
Steel shook his hackles feathers. "Why not?" he said. He stood up and stretched his left hind leg, then straightened up and flapped his wings mightily, ending with a loud crow.
Amber watched him admiringly. "Fancy," she clucked playfully, before facing where most of the flock who was still in camp were gathered. "Any Fledges who aren't busy, come with me and Steel," she called across the flock.

(Vaast)
Huckleberry trotted up to him. "Are you ready for a patrol?" He clucked, having to jog to keep up with the larger rooster. "I'm organizing one with a few other ground-guards."

Rocky heard them from wherever he was standing (cuz I'm lazy) and walked over. "I can come," he clucked. "I've been seeing a particularly big crowd flying around on the border with Norra that we need to check out."

(Vaast)
Huckleberry shot Rocky a slightly annoyed look. Who died and made you leader? He shook his wattles, there was no time for petty squabbling.

Heron flew up into a tree, watching the sky. It was hard to see anything through all the leaves, so he flapped onto another, slightly high branch. I still can't see anything...




(Oster)
"Do you ever get to fight?" he asked, glancing around at the clearing. "All Vulture's taught me so far is how to fight grouse."

Rocky noticed Huckleberry's slightly irrate look and smiled to himself, looking away so he didn't notice. It wasn't that he took pleasure in seeing his flock mate annoyed, no... More like he was craving some sort of action. Desperately needing to practice the skills he learned as a chick and put them to a productive use. Apparently he had inherited more than just Steele's quiet, wise nature... Amber's fighting spirit hadn't skipped a generation.

(Vaast)
Riverfire, pulling up the rear, glanced at Rocky as something of a smirk twisted the corners of his beak. It was just the sort of vague telltale that a minor indiscretion or vocal scuffle wasn't more than a crow away if a claw was set ever so wrong. And Rocky certainly wasn't the chicken one would first point to when it came to being calm and complacent.
"Alright, let's be off then."

 

[PeepersMama]

(Vaast)
Riverfire, pulling up the rear, glanced at Rocky as something of a smirk twisted the corners of his beak. It was just the sort of vague telltale that a minor indiscretion or vocal scuffle wasn't more than a crow away if a claw was set ever so wrong. And Rocky certainly wasn't the chicken one would first point to when it came to being calm and complacent.
"Alright, let's be off then."

Rocky nodded and moved over to an old log. He absentmindedly pecked the damp bark, listening if Huckleberry started muttering. He didn't, and Rocky pulled a piece of bark away from the smelly log. "Hey guys, here's a few grubs if any of you are hungry!" he called, snagging the biggest one for himself and moving back.

 

[Amer]

Singing Heart was determined and optimistic. She would not let this thread die, even if it meant her doing it in the most annoying way possible.