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Open Let the Feathers Fly

Aren smirked the best a Pidgey could, and looked across at Kazura.

"We should go attack now, before they get us by surprise. I'll go, let's all go now!" He screeched again, hopping on one foot. It made him look rather insane, not that he wasn't, but..
 
"Fight, shimight. Do what you will." Haruto scoffed.
"I'd rather do something beneficial. You know, like finding food!!"
Haruto ruffled his feathers, and stood as tall as he could, they way he often did when he was getting impatient.
"Now, how much longer are we going to be yelling at each other? I have things to do!"
 
Slushie shook his head in dismay, and took to the sky. He needed to at least see if he could find a way to stop this, though he knew that the Spearow wouldn't be open to discussion due to their more agressive nature. He had little clue how he was going to do it, but he knew that one of the best ways was to check the spearow supply, though he was aware of his camoflauge amongst the clouds, he'd never get close enough to their stores. He felt that the two groups were in a trustless moral dilemma, and he could find no way to stop it.

"Annoying stomach based thought, wouldn't get us into this issue otherwise..." Slushie commented to himself as hhe maintained a hovering flight. "Now, where to land..."
 
"Y-yes S-sir," Roran stuttered, some of the energy draining out of his voice. This certainly wasn't fun so far...
 
Roran nodded vigorously, darting off more quickly than he usually went.

((What block? And I'd assume these are flying laps, not running laps?))
 
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