Cloudwing followed Brownwing, of course. He would never just stay and watch his mate leave. He and Brownwing were mates, not just normal friends. "Is your wing okay?" He asked softly, as if talking loud would make it hurt even worse.
"Oh, okay." Snowheart laughed. The name
Snowfeather was pretty common among female hatchlings who were silver or white or even grey. The old Snowheart had been grey. A grey parrot. Snowheart didn't like being named after the old nagster who always said 'blah, blah, blah.'
Snowtail's rper had been inactive and couldn't reply in time.
[[No idea what this means.]]