Flying Free, Bird RP. (New and NEEDS members!)

[Frostbite18]

Frightful flew past the other peregrine (Cyclone) and looked for a spot to rest.

[Simplicity.]

Cy horked down whatever he could swallow, almost choking himself with too much multiple times, as always. Once finished he began to preen his feathers, hopping away from the carcass to allow scavengers to clean up his mess,

[Frostbite18]

Frightful landed upon a nice rock shelf and began to clean off her beak, rubbing it along the ground.

[val.]

Dagger screeched once more, spotting a carcass in the distance. She flapped her wings, taking off with warning screeches to the bird that was under her {{Cyclone?}}. Dagger dove down, digging her claws into the carcass back, and ripping meat off it, eyeing the falcon with cold eyes.

[Simplicity.]

The peregrine chuckled, he could take her down in one blow at his speeds, but he was full. She was even smaller than the carcass. Cy continued to preen his feathers carefully

[Frostbite18]

Frightful heard a shriek and looked up to see a redtail hawk stealing the male peregrines prey, wonder how that will end, she thought uncaringly.

[Simplicity.]

Cyclone finished up preening himself, scanning the rocky outcrops with his keen eyes for a place to roost, but something else caught his attention; another peregrine falcon, a female at that. Interested, Cy took off towards her, gliding gently on the thermals

[val.]

Dagger had eaten her fill, turning her head to look at a crow that waited to eat, "What you looking at!?" She screeched opening her wings and flapping her wings, raising into the sky, the rest of the crows disappeared. She kept flying up, till she found a suitable tree, which she landed on, cleaning her beak.

[Frostbite18]

Frightful pulled out a loose feather that had been bothering her and looked up to see the male peregrine approaching, she looked at him for a minute, he looked big and strong not a weak bird.

Jynx watched a female hawk(Dagger) leave her leftover prey and swooped down to it. She began to pluck away at the remaining meat.

[Simplicity.]

Cyclone gently hovered over, barely having to flap his wings to stay afloat. He slowly descended and perched on a rocky ledge near her, folding his wings in and standing tall as he greeted her, "hello, my name's Cyclone, who might you be?"