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Post by leather on Mar 10, 2007 19:06:28 GMT -5
The Peregrine falcon soard over the meadow. His quick, sharp, beady eyes flicked from bush to bush, searching for another of his kind. But ah, what was this? Another falcon? A kestrel, to be exact, but she was a while away, so Falconfeather didn't bother to go over. Instead he landed on a protruding branch of a bramble bush, folding his wings then proceeding to clean out dirt from between his feathers. He thought of calling for another bird; the kestrel seemed busy, and Falconfeather was not one to butt in to other birds' business. Cats were roaming these lands, too; a cat could easily take down Falconfeather. He didn't want to be some hungry cat's lunch.
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 10, 2007 20:04:00 GMT -5
Contrary to popular belief, Ashloom was doing nothing. Her brother was busy, of course-- following Kestrel, doing his duty. But Ashloom wasn't a RisingClanner, officially. She came and went.
She wheeled, her sharp, dark eyes folloing the path of her fellow bird. Another falcon, a peregrine, if she was any judge of her own kind.
She was.
Ashloom was wary; peregrines were faster than she, and regularly preyed on her kind.
Still...
The darkly-feathered kestrel beat her wings, gaining altitude; within moments, she passed over the peregrine.
"Hey there," she called, looking downward. She was cautious, ready to flee at the slightest hint of aggression. Above the peregrine, she was much safer. No 200-mph dives.
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Post by leather on Mar 10, 2007 20:11:48 GMT -5
Falconfeather's head whipped around, but not aggressively. He was curious. The sound of another falcon? A kestrel? He looked to where the kestrel he'd seen before was. Gone. Had Falconfeather not had a beak, he'd have smiled. In fact, the tips of his mouth actually could have been seen curving up. "Hello! What's your name?" he laughed. Falconfeather was generally a happy fellow, and not the type of peregrine to eat a kestrel.
He hopped from his protruding branch to a lower one, closer to Ashloom. "Am I intruding upon your territory?" he asked, truly concerned about invading on somebody else's territory.
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 10, 2007 20:18:56 GMT -5
A S H L O O M
Ashloom laughed. "Nay, I have no territory," she said, allowing herself to drop lower.
"But this be RisingClan land you're on, and you are tresspassing on that." She spoke good-naturedly; she was a laid-back kind of bird, after all.
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Post by leather on Mar 10, 2007 20:29:57 GMT -5
"Oh - RisingClan?" he exclaimed, confused. "What is that - a group of birds? Or, aeh, cats?" He wondered why another falcon like Falconfeather himself was in cats' territory, but every bird had its reasons. "Cats...Why are you here, then? Aren't you afraid of them?" he shivered, feathers ruffling. "I don't like the big ones. They can catch you quicker, and hold you down and..." his voice trailed off. Torture them.
Yiigh!
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 10, 2007 20:45:24 GMT -5
A S H L O O M
Ashloom stared. "...What? Eat me?"
She laughed. "Nah, I got a free pass. I can parade around in front of those cat's noses and they won't touch me. If they do, their cat leader will rip their fur off."
The ashen-feathered kestrel chuckled. "It's because of my brother. He belongs to that cat Clan."
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