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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 10:09 am
Letter had flew in late to the meeting, she flapped her wings hurriedly and skidded onto the ground. She turned to a coffee coloured pidge and whispered to him. After receiving a short explaination she nodded enthusiastically and came closer to U-Turn. "I think your idea is wonderful U-turn! Many of us are simply born into flocks. Big Ma may not agree, but it is a simple grudge, not war! I agree with yer, let there be fun and peace." She smiled enthusiastically, the idea of such a day made her heart race. So many stories...
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 4:18 pm
U-Turn beamed at Letter. "I can't thank you enough," he said. Though he was surrounded by birds asking questions or telling him their opinions, U-Turn remained calm and collected. He felt his heart swelling with pride, and he held himself up tall. So far, things were going perfectly. Nothing could be better! Sure, a few weren't jumping at the idea, but the majority was quite amazing!
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:50 am
Pound tilted his head wondering why the Pidge look so uneasy. Oh ...of course the law, he could have slammed his head against a wall for bieng so dim. But U-turn diddnt have any problems talking to Rev, so what was wrong with this female?
'Tasty berries eh? Ill be the judge'
He said with a smirk, Pound was anything but a good judge of food, he would happily eat anything, well almost anything. He'd seen pigeons eating vomit and he drew the line there for sure.
Reverend nodded happily at U-turn he had his head screwed on right that for sure.
'Baker not even got round to voting in his head of flock yet? Im sure he'll be doing that sometime soon wont he? You have the making of a good flock head you know. Youve got the leadership down, youve got the entusiasm for sure and youve managed to gain the respect of all the pidge here tonight. You're a bright young thing 'Turn '
Reverend walked over to go see what on earth Pound was doing with his arse stuck out of a bush surrounded by berries. As Turn got swamped by questions and enthusiastic supporters.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:02 am
Me? Flock head? U-Turn thought in wonder. He had never even thought about something like that. But, at this rate, it didn't matter. U-Turn did his best to answer all of the pidges' questions. Right now, he had no chance of escaping the mob that surrounded him on all sides. Just as well. U-Turn was loving it, though all the attention would never go to his head.
Cotton had to laugh at Pound for what he was doing, just diving into those berries. She had tried to keep herself reserved and solemn for the meeting, but Pound was just too much. She started to coo, laughingly, like a little chick after a funny joke. She just couldn't stop. "P-Pound," she said in mid-coo. "You-you're just t-too much!" At this time, Cotton was so overcome with laughter that she had to cover her beak with one wing to avoid being stared at by other birds. Her body shook and her eyes watered, but she had probably never had such a funny moment before.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:27 pm
Reverend slowly walked over to where Pound was, he shot a curt nod and a slightly bemused expression at Cotton before looking quite shocked and frayed at the sight before him.
Pound was happily wiggling his rear from the gap in the bush, his tail feathers happily wriggling in the air as Reverend tryed to peer around either side of him, trying to catch the young males attention. There was the sound of rustling and satisfied coos coming from inside, as Pound really had to admit these really were tasty berries.
Reverend just had to cough and shout instead.
'Just thought I'd come and say, Im heading back to Roost Pound.'
Pound jumped and his head got lodged somewhere up inside the hedge, there was a rustling and a cry of discomfort and Pounds head jutted out with an innocent grin and purple mush all down his bright inking.
Reverend just looked him up and down and gave another cough
'...Yes....well I can see your quite busy at the moment I'll be fine to get back to the mill from here, you can stay and enjoy ...the festivities I suppose'
Reverend again gave a curt nod to Cotton and flew out into the night.
Pound watched him dissapear and brushed his chest with a puzzled expression as he turned to Cotton,
'You dont think he knows I was slacking off do you?'
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:54 pm
Cotton, who had managed to control herself for the most part at Reverend's appearance, now exploded with laughter again. The sight of Pound's berry-soaked face along with that innocent question was too much. After a good long laugh, Cotton chuckled, "Nah, I figure that you'll be fine." After that, Cotton found the need to take several deep breaths in order to calm down and stop from dying of laughter-- and oxygen deprivation. "I have to say," Cotton told Pound after she had finished. "I'm glad I met you, Pound. That's gotta be the funniest moment in all my life. Are you an entertainer in your flock? You'd make a good one!" Cotton gave another chortle.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:32 pm
Pounds expression quickly sank into a rather grim unimpressed stare,
' .......no im not an entertainer, im a practitioner of the medicines....Im a Doctor,'
He wriggled himself free from the bush, stopping to tug his leg out which had got caught under a branch.
He started mumbling slightly, looking slightly downtrodden
'.......as hard as it is for most to believe. I may be young for a doctor but im just as good as the older pidge!'
he was quite adamant about that last part
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:50 pm
Cotton's smile instantly disappeared. Apparently, she had hit a sore spot right on the nose. "I'm sure that you're a very good doctor," Cotton said, doubting that just saying that would help any. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Pound, but there's nothing wrong with making someone laugh. You... You just made me very happy, just then." Cotton fumbled over her words, then sank into silence. There went her grip on control; slipped away as soon as she had said the wrong thing. Cotton's feathers drooped and she shuffled her feet. "I believe that you'd be a good doctor, because you seem so smart," Cotton concluded lamely. Like usual, however, Cotton tried to push away what she couldn't understand or couldn't control. "It was nice meeting you. Goodbye," Cotton said shortly, and started to move off. She almost regretted doing this, but she didn't like awkward positions. They made her feel... weak. Besides, she didn't want to make things worse.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:15 pm
Pound was pretty shocked that the female suddenly upped and wandered away like that. Did he seem angry? He diddnt think so, Oh crap! I bet she was an entertainer and I unsulted her trade! oh damn, oh damn. Oh dear, he couldnt let someone think he was a narrowminded idiot, most folk already did, he couldnt have it happen even more.
Pound was stood pondering for a while when he suddenly started dashing after cotton, Pidge diddnt look very elegant running at all, the overall effect looked like the bird was constantly tripping and stumbling his way along.
'Oh crap Cotton! Im sorry I diddnt know you were an entertainer Im so sorry!' He wailed
a few pidge turned thier heads to watch Pound, he glared at them levelly and they slowly returned to thier coversation, he turned back to Cotton.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:21 pm
Startled, Cotton turned and told Pound honestly, "I'm not an entertainer, actually. I'm a scavenger and a whisperer." She still looked a bit nervous, but she was glad that Pound wasn't mad at her. "I'm sorry for leaving," Cotton began. But she stopped, feeling herself lose control. She didn't know what to say, so she began to preen feverishly. A few feathers had been misplaced since the last time Cotton had preened them, but they were all easily fixed by Cotton's hasty grooming. Without an excuse left, Cotton stopped and looked at Pound. She couldn't think of a thing to say. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! Cotton berated herself in her mind.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:29 pm
Pound looked puzzled for a moment he knew scavengers that was a job he recognised, but, Whisperer? He tried to think if he knew any jobs that might even resemble anything whispery-like....nope he really was stumped on that one.
'Cotton.., what on earth is a whisperer?'
he asked with a grin
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:40 pm
Ah. A subject that she knew very well. Cotton was back in control. "A whisperer," Cotton said, trying not to sound too pleased, "Is a pidge that can communicate with another species of bird. For example, I can talk to pigeons and seagulls!" Cotton swelled a bit; this was a fact that she was proud of. "As far as I know, only a few pidge in Baker's flock are whisperers." Cotton bobbed her head, as if she were agreeing with herself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:47 pm
'Oh!'
Pound was pretty impressed, sounded like a skilled job ....this Whispering buisness.
'...You can make out the racket gulls yell? Good grief! I think im happier somtimes not knowing,'
he stopped and grinned widely
'I bet they cuss like troopers dont they?'
Pound couldnt tell what gulls ever screamed at pidge but the expressions and screaming pretty much was a universal lauguage all of its own, it certainly wasnt a friendly greeting usually anyway.
'....go on is 50% of gull talk cussing?'
Pound grinned, joking about the big brutish birds
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:01 pm
"They certainly do have a colorful, and blunt, vocabulary," Cotton said with disapproval. "They swear like no tomorrow. They cuss when they're angry, swear when they're happy, and curse when they're anything inbetween. I think that, to them, a sentence without a bad word or two is a wasted one." Cotton shook her head. "Pigeons, on the other hand, are just boring and rather stupid." Cotton sighed, then gave Pound a sly smile. "Pidge is probably the best language to speak!" she declared.
"But listening to gulls' racket and pigeons' dull coos can be helpful. For one thing, seagulls are wonderful at predicting weather. Pkus, they can go underwater and fetch things..." Cotton recalled a near-unfortunate event that included treasure and fighting seagulls. "Though seagulls do tend to drive a hard bargain for favors. As for pigeons, they're quiet enough to see and hear things that we might miss. Plus, they're either stupid enough or brave enough to approach humans, so they may know more about them than we do. Or," Cotton continued, "They might forget what they know faster than a goldfish. I've never asked."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:49 am
Pound grinned and absently scricthed at his chest feathers with a primary. Well ...he did have a rather blunt way of speaking somtimes he realised his couce of words wernt exactly gentlemanly. I really should learn how to talk nicely to the ladies West Pine would know all the right words he's a romantic beastie without even realising it half the time.
'Brilliant stuff!' He said with a cry,
'that must be a interesting thing They must tell you about all the great places they have been to....and all the varied foods they've eaten'
'Not that I think about food a lot, its just well one of....the finer things in life' he corrected himself quickly, he diddnt want Cotton thinking he was an eating pit.
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