The Exhibition Harvest(Penguin and Leopard Seal RP) Now Open

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[[Both accepted. We may now start and I shall go work on my post.]]

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Korora; Antarctic Wave Colony; Queen

Listen to the wind,
Howl above your head.
Listen to the sound,
Of the beating of my heart.
Tell me if you can,
Listen close and listen well,
My heart goes out to Y O U.
Korora stood still in the open air, her eyes gently closed though she did not slumber. Her obsidian beak held a shine of blue, like old oil on the depths of asphalt. As she stood she thought, mainly of the mysteries of the sea, the secrets of the galaxy. She knew some things she would never find the answer to, she knew there were even some things that would never be found, but she still thought on. The antarctic land was quiet, even the wind reduced to a whisper. It seemed as if the whole icy realm was mourning, for what they all knew would come. Food was plentiful and the weather warm enough, but the days were shortening, the fish were traveling, and it was getting colder. It would soon be mating season, the season where the penguins took their chances to be free, the season of the Exhibition Harvest. Korora knew it was coming, she knew it could not be avoided, but there was still time. A good month or two needed to pass before the penguins were forced from their homes to travel to the breeding lands. Now instead of wondering and surfing her thoughts of peaceful mysteries and causes, she was worried. How many penguins would be taken this year? Would she even survive to see the mating grounds again, or would she be whisked away to the fate many of her colony members had been doomed to? What happened to the penguins, were they killed on the spot? Taken away to be eaten? No penguin in the colonies knew this answer, because none had ever come back after being taken. What was the point in life? It was all a big circle, traveling and being picked off one by one, only to repeat again. Circles continued on forever, but perhaps this one was made to be stopped. If only a penguin knew how, if only someone would put a stop to the madness. Her thoughts were interrupted as the sun hit her eye-lids, shining on them like they were pebbles in a creek. Slowly the shields parted and gave way to her eyes. Instead of the two blue covers, her hazel eyes were now shining, waiting for the day to begin.

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Sparrow; Frozen Thoughts Colony; Chick

You call it immature,
You call me stupid,
You say my antics are crazy,
You claim I'm suicidal.
I'll tell you my friend,
I just know how to have F U N.
Sparrow raced up the hill, scrambling as fast as his stubbly penguin legs could carry him. A few times he fell forwards, managing to stay upright was challenging. The hill was at a large slope and covered with snow and ice, but all the snow and ice in the world couldn't have made the young chick want to turn back. He pushed forward, his head leaning up, his black eyes focused. It wasn't the biggest hill he'd climbed with Sin, but it would be one heck of a slide. When he reached the summit he collapsed onto his back, out of breath and tired. Rolling onto his stomach he laid there for a while, his eyes half-shut. He stood at last, gazing around for his chick-sitter, Sin. Sin was his role-model, practically the father figure, and he wasn't the best father-figure a chick could have. There were other chick-sitters in the colony, maybe some would make great role-models, but Sparrow had never taken the time to get to know him. Thinking about it, he wondered if there were any female chick-sitters. He chuckled, imagining a chick-sitter preening his feathers as he threw flirts at her, the look on her face as she rolled her eyes. He could imagine flirting, and another chick telling him to "get some". His fantasy had appealed to him so much he made a mental note, which was rare, to get to know any female chick-sitters.

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(( OOC: Oboe, if you'd like a female for Sparrow to harrass (xD), I could switch Kinapak's colony to his. If you'd allow it, of course. ))

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[[Baha, a female for him to annoy and torture with his childish antics? Why, I can allow it xD I'll go add all new characters now.]]

[Teacup-old]

To achieve anything, you must be prepared to dabble on the boundary of disaster.

The little black and white penguin watched as his little buddy Junior Sparrow raced up the hill. He was calmly sliding up the hill on his stomach, pushing behind him with his feet. Each time he stepped forward to slide higher up his claws helped with traction, making sure the little penguin didn’t slip or slide back down the hill. His little feathered tail shook from side to side for a second as he finally stood, racing up the hill to stand beside his partner in crime. “Come on Spar! Stop daydreaming and get your little feathered butt down that hill!” he squawked, jumping into the air as he began the journey down the hill.

His mouth never closed as he headed for the tip of the ice that was curved upward. This would be awesome. “Yeah, baby!” he yelled as he came to the bottom of the 15 foot slope, the ice reaching for the sky as he flew through the air, doing a quick spin downward into the water. He spiraled down, plunging deeper into the fringed arctic water.

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(( OOC: Okie dokie. :3
I can't help but feel bad for Kinapak; she'll be too soft-hearted to tell Sparrow off. xD ))

•~- Kinapak -~•

A gentle nudge to her chest woke Kinapak, who had her head tucked behind her wing in her sleeping position. With a gentle coo, the female straightened herself out, ruffling her wings slightly and shaking her head. "Rise and shine, sweetheart," Her mother said softly. Kinapak smiled, stretching herself and trying to 'wake herself up'. Opening her eyes, she saw her mother; a rather large penguin, but probably one of the wisest - and best Chick-Sitters - of the Frosted Thoughts colony. "Good morning, mother," Kinapak replied sweetly, as innocent as a hatchling herself. Through a gentle upbringing, she had been crafted into an obedient young penguin, with a heart big enough for every chick she looked after. Her mother nudged a few small fish forward, which Kinapak had neglected to see that she'd dropped, and smiled. "I have to return to the chicks, but I've brought some information for you. I think most of the chicks will be out, learning with their parents and what-not, and only one will be in your care today." Nuzzling her mother affectionately, Kinapak watched her waddle off, a small smile tugging at the femme's mouth.

Kinapak sighed, beginning to walk toward the colony. She was a deep sleeper; now, it only took one penguin to awaken her, but years ago it had taken both her father and brother as well. Greeting others as she passed by, the young penguin finally found her pupil, who was still sleep-groggy and snuggled to its mother's side. Her mother, a fairly slim Little Blue penguin, nudged the young one forward. "So sorry, Kina; I am off fishing today." Kinapak nuzzled the fairly old hatchling into her side, and nodded politely to the mother. "As am I. I will teach your daughter the basics of swimming; but have no worries, for I know where and when the seals strike." The mother was a bit bewildered at the femme's speaking, but nodded, wandering off to join others. Smiling to the hatchling, Kinapak walked slowly, ensuring the cold little bundle was warming against her side. "Have you ever been in the water?" She asked softly, nearing the edge of the blue abyss. The chick looked shaky, and shook its head, watching the water like it was about to attack. Kinapak simply laughed, looking off down the shore. "It is safe. See? Those two penguins, I know them fairly well. They no longer fear the water; you shouldn't either. In fact, see their tricks? They treat the water like a friend; a partner." Sensing the young one's hesitantion, Kinapak let out a gentle sigh, allowing the bird to aqquiant itself with the sight of the deep blue ocean as she gently preened its feathers.

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(( OOC: Sweet lemons that's a long post. Sorry. xD ))

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Sparrow; Frozen Thoughts Colony; Chick

You call it immature,
You call me stupid,
You say my antics are crazy,
You claim I'm suicidal.
I'll tell you my friend,
I just know how to have F U N.
Sparrow was too absorbed in his fantasy to notice Sin coming up the hill. He snapped out of it when the chick-sitter spoke though, and a wild look came in his eyes. He watched the older penguin glide through the air like a skua until he hit the water and he let out a loud laugh. "Whoo, Sin!" He called out, sliding on his belly down the slope. His eyes were focused on the water and the slope before him that would shoot him into the water. It was when he had reached the ramp when he heard a voice, a penguin talking to a chick. He seemed to go in slow motion as he plummeted to the water, and he saw her preening a chick. She was a chick-sitter! His eyes locked on her figure, hoping she would see his foolish stunt. Before he hit the water his voice rang out, "Whoooeh! What a babe!" His childish words were followed by a penguiny chirp, similar to a whistle, that was drowned out with gurgles when he hit the water.

[[Sorry, writer's block :/]]

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(( OOC: Writer's block? Seriously, that's better than a lot of the -cough-threesentencelong-cough posts that I do. xD ))

•~- Kinapak -~•

Kinapak heard a voice call out and shot her head up from the chick, careful not to hit it; otherwise, the poor thing should probably be knocked into the frigid waters. Looking around the direction it had come from, she spotted a young penguin - still a chick, she presumed - screaming off of a 'ramp' of ice, chirping in her direction. Kinapak never truly thought of herself as a sight for sore eyes; then again, the female almost never took time for herself. Her life was all about helping chicks, and introducing them to their danger-filled lives. The young femme was mezmerized by his trick, until the young chick spoke up. "What's a babe?" Kinapak shook herself from her stupor and cleared her throat, lovingly nuzzling the hatchling. "It's a word for older penguins, dear. Don't repeat it; you do want to see me again, correct? If you say that word around your parents, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble." The hatchling gave a small nod of recognition and Kinapak sighed with relief; she'd have a talk with Sin later. 'That was the chick's Sitter, right? I'm sure; Sin with Sparrow, that sounds about right.' She knew many - if not, all - of the Chick-Sitters and their assigned young; her mother was one of the 'leaders' of the Sitters. Trying to clear her mind of the young penguin's quip, she continued to groom the young one before her, who was now beginning to delicately test the waters with a webbed foot.