The Sky's the Limit (Bird of Prey RP~Needs Members!!)

[Silver Raven]

Name: Feather fligt [Feather for short]
Species: Peregrine falcon
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: (details details!) Kind, loving, a great mother. She is looking for a life long mate [they usually dont, but she is different] she thinks for herself and is always on top of tasks. she gets distracted easily, but never when caring for her chicks. She likes to be with others and is unusually small for her species. she can be really mean but is usually very nice. She fights only when she needs to.
History/Why You're an Outcast: She was an outcast because when she was a chick she fell from her nest and was adopted by a murder of crows. She grew up like them but was expelled for killing an elder.
How You Bumped into the Flock: no idea. hunting most likely.
Anything else: has 3 chicks and lives in an abandoned eagles nest.

[Moynea]

(Accepted)
Wolf was growing even more anxious when he saw another bird's outline. For a second, he thought it might be Abundence or Leon. But then he realized it was much too small. He shuffled over to make room on his branch.

[Silver Raven]

Feather flew very quickly. She had a small rabbit in her mouth and needed to rest before she took it to her chicks. She plopped on a branch and laid the rabbit carefully beside her. Panting she looked around. She saw a bird beside her on the branch and shreaked. "Ah!" she hopped a step back.

[Moynea]

"Whoa man, it's just hawk" Wolf said, backing up a bit too.

[Silver Raven]

Feather watched as her kill fell to the ground and hid in the mossy leaves. She lowered her brow. As she looked up she softened her face. "Sorry" she said. "I never came out this far before"

[Moynea]

Wolf dove down and grabbed the falcon's rabbit, and came back up, giving it to her "That's OK" he said.

[Silver Raven]

Feather took the rabbit with her right, superbly taloned foot. "I am Feather Flight" she said.

[Moynea]

"I'm Wolf" he replied, flicking his tail almost automatically.

[Silver Raven]

"Good to meet you, but I must go. My chicks are probably hungry" She flexed her sboulders and flew off.

[dead poets society]

Name: Jake
Species: Falcon
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black with brown stripes
Personality: (details details!) Funny, loves to socialize
History/Why You're an Outcast: Stole some food from the supplies in old flock, got kicked out
How You Bumped into the Flock: Was hunting, then saw a large group of birds and followed
Anything else: Can he get captured later?