Griffin Roleplay (The Beaks) (Public)

This is the Beaks' camp, including all the dens, like the fighter and hunter den or the medicine den.

Description: The Beaks' camp is located deep in a forest in a clearing full of different dens for different purposes. There is a den for the leader, the medic, the fighters and hunters, apprentices, matrons and chicks, and elders. There is a small pond in the middle of the clearing, an a prey pile near it. Also, there is a large stone jutting out near the leader's den where they hold meetings.

Echo was organizing patrols, deep in thought. Though he wasn't deep in thought about who he should put into  patrols. It looked like something else.

Night trots over, yawning. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "How ya feeling?"

Silver groans, he disliked morning "If you come back with anyone hurt I'm going to kill you," he knew when patrols were, then he notices Night "Why are you so happy? I feel un-fabulous at this time of day, I feel tired and depressed."

Night turned to look at Silver. "I'm happy because I want to be," she announced. "You'll never get through life with that attitude, Silver. If you're not happy, I'll just have to tickle you."

Echo felt like facepalming, but thought better of it as he glanced down at his talons. Instead, he said, "I won't make any promises, Silver. And, yes, Night is right. Partly. You're just going to have to pick up a better attitude. And, Night, please don't tickle him."

Silver groans "I spent forever getting to sleep, I'm not going to wreck myself by being overly happy," he flutters his silver wings "I still don't understand why EVERYONE wants me to change, I'm fine, scratch that I'm the best looking griffin here, so why bother changing?" Silver's extreme vanity of course, acts up.

Night looks at Echo. "I can tickle my medic if I feel like it," she says as she picks up a fluffy weed and begins to advance on Silver. "Tickle Tickle!"

"Go away!" Silver growled, he wasn't afraid to pounce her if it saved his feathers from getting ruined, granted he'd still spend another five hours grooming them anyway, he still didn't want his feathers getting ruffled or his fur unslicking, he slid back away from Night

Night proceeded to eat the weed, hoping it grossed Silver out, before looking curiously at Echo. "Can I go with a patrol?" she asked as she fluttered her black wings excitedly.

Silver snickers "You do realize that plant makes you sleepy right?" He then flutters his wings then flattens them again "Patrols, I hate this time of day, don't come back with any wounded."

Night sighed and yawned. "Oh well, I'll just leave then." she trotted into her den and curled up in the corner.

"They need to start asking what plants are," Silver grumbles, he watches Night go into her den then goes into his own and prunes himself, he enjoyed being clean and handsome. He didn't understand the use of fighting though, it just ruins feathers.

Night's soft snores drifted out of the entrance to her den.

Echo was relieved that was over.

A few minutes later, Night emerges from her den and trots to the entrance of camp. "I'm going hunting for a while," she decides, then turns to Echo. "I'll be back in a bit." She bounds out without another word.

(F*** yes! I finally get to use Silver again! Holy crap I need a T rated roleplay but that I'll save for another time)

Silver rolls onto his back to smooth his fur down, "I don't get the point in fighting," he murmers half to himself half to Echo. "I swear if she manages to hurt herself...she's on her own, I don't feel like getting up right now."

(OMFG Silver sounds just like me how did that happen. My wife is freaking going to kill me when she sees my post I swear)

A few minutes later, Night returns with a pigeon. She drops it on the pile and bounces off.

Silver nods, glad to have no patients, and glad he doesn't have to do that.

(What should they dooooooo?))

(OMFG! Where is my wife? She complains about ni posts but she doesn't post herself!)

(Tralalalala) lol)

(I'm sorry, I don't get on that late. I can't, even. >:|)

Echo gives Silver a glare before flying off with his border patrol.

Night watched Echo go and cocked her head to the side, then turned and headed to her den for a good think.

Silver continues grooming himself and prunes his feathers again, he was bored. He flipped onto his back once again, cleans his stomach, flips back, but is still bored, "Maybe I just need someone to get hurt..." he mutters to himself, there's almost always at least one hurt griffin every once in a while. But for now he'd wait.