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[Yowza Wowza]

this is good. Mine. *steals*
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[RoostersAreAwesome]

I kinda made this character's history into a short story...

Name: Rocket
Age: 2 yrs
Gender: Hen
Personality: Bold, defiant, and independent, Rocket feigns complete indifference to the chickens around her, making her seem rude and blunt. She hates being bossed around, and she isn't afraid to fight if someone disrespects her or her flock.
Parents: Littledove and Blizzard (both killed)
Sibling: Hazel (killed by a predator)
Mate/crush: Pointy, Chestnut (both killed)
Chicks: Basil (dead) Huckleberry, Wren, Heron, and Sparrow
History: Rocket lived happily in a small flock of bantams with her sister, mother, and father. She was devastated one day to find that her beloved father had been killed in the middle of the night by a weasel. During her period of grief, a rooster named Pointy showed outstanding kindness and friendship towards her. She soon became mates with Pointy, hatching out a clutch of four chicks. Then, when it seemed that her life had returned to the peace and happiness it once was, Pointy was murdered by a cockerel who was too eager to fight. Rocket went into another bout of grief, but this time, there was someone to blame. Late during the night, Rocket returned to her coop with blood on her claws. The cockerel that had killed Pointy was found dead in the forest the next morning.
She was never the same after that.
Rocket turned over her week-old chicks to Littledove, who raised them with great care, but was unable to save poor Basil when she died of a genetic defect. Rocket outwardly blamed Littledove for Basil's death, but inwardly she blamed herself for handing over her chicks instead of raising them herself.
As Rocket slowly drifted away from her own family, she started developing a friendship with a slightly younger rooster called Chestnut. He was understanding and charming, and Rocket soon fell in love. After much urging from Chestnut, she started sitting on a small clutch of eggs. Hazel instantly volunteered to help her, and Rocket grudgingly accepted. The pair were one day from the hatch date of the eggs when tragedy struck Rocket once again. She was foraging in the woods when she heard the sound of battle back at her nest, and though she ran as fast as she could, she was just a few seconds too late to save Chestnut, who had sacrificed himself in order to save Rocket's eggs. Hazel had been fatally wounded by the predator, and when Rocket got there she was just in time to hear her sister's last words. Filled with grief, and rage at herself for being too late, Rocket abandoned the chick that had just hatched to die, because it reminded her too much of her failure to save the ones that mattered most to her.
Rocket watched, from a distance, as Littledove raised Sparrow, her last connection to her sister and Chestnut. Despite her regrets, she refused to even interact with the chick, feeling it would be too painful. When the red wings came, she dashed out of the coop and never looked back. She soon found herself in the middle of Oster territory, and boldly confronted the first chicken she saw. When she realized that Sparrow had also joined Oster, she didn't know whether to be annoyed or relieved.
Other: I think that's the longest history I've ever written. O_O
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

 

[RiverStorm]

I kinda made this character's history into a short story...

Name: Rocket
Age: 2 yrs
Gender: Hen
Personality: Bold, defiant, and independent, Rocket feigns complete indifference to the chickens around her, making her seem rude and blunt. She hates being bossed around, and she isn't afraid to fight if someone disrespects her or her flock.
Parents: Littledove and Blizzard (both killed)
Sibling: Hazel (killed by a predator)
Mate/crush: Pointy, Chestnut (both killed)
Chicks: Basil (dead) Huckleberry, Wren, Heron, and Sparrow
History: Rocket lived happily in a small flock of bantams with her sister, mother, and father. She was devastated one day to find that her beloved father had been killed in the middle of the night by a weasel. During her period of grief, a rooster named Pointy showed outstanding kindness and friendship towards her. She soon became mates with Pointy, hatching out a clutch of four chicks. Then, when it seemed that her life had returned to the peace and happiness it once was, Pointy was murdered by a cockerel who was too eager to fight. Rocket went into another bout of grief, but this time, there was someone to blame. Late during the night, Rocket returned to her coop with blood on her claws. The cockerel that had killed Pointy was found dead in the forest the next morning.
She was never the same after that.
Rocket turned over her week-old chicks to Littledove, who raised them with great care, but was unable to save poor Basil when she died of a genetic defect. Rocket outwardly blamed Littledove for Basil's death, but inwardly she blamed herself for handing over her chicks instead of raising them herself.
As Rocket slowly drifted away from her own family, she started developing a friendship with a slightly younger rooster called Chestnut. He was understanding and charming, and Rocket soon fell in love. After much urging from Chestnut, she started sitting on a small clutch of eggs. Hazel instantly volunteered to help her, and Rocket grudgingly accepted. The pair were one day from the hatch date of the eggs when tragedy struck Rocket once again. She was foraging in the woods when she heard the sound of battle back at her nest, and though she ran as fast as she could, she was just a few seconds too late to save Chestnut, who had sacrificed himself in order to save Rocket's eggs. Hazel had been fatally wounded by the predator, and when Rocket got there she was just in time to hear her sister's last words. Filled with grief, and rage at herself for being too late, Rocket abandoned the chick that had just hatched to die, because it reminded her too much of her failure to save the ones that mattered most to her.
Rocket watched, from a distance, as Littledove raised Sparrow, her last connection to her sister and Chestnut. Despite her regrets, she refused to even interact with the chick, feeling it would be too painful. When the red wings came, she dashed out of the coop and never looked back. She soon found herself in the middle of Oster territory, and boldly confronted the first chicken she saw. When she realized that Sparrow had also joined Oster, she didn't know whether to be annoyed or relieved.
Other: I think that's the longest history I've ever written. O_O
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

That`s cool!