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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 12:26 pm

Well, today he'd picked a nice spot. Or at least it looked like one, though it was a kind-of.. big spot.
The sentinel huffed, setting his basket on the ground then landing next to it. It was a fine, large-ish basket, useful for a gatherer like him, he could dumb whatever he found inside, then carry it off to the nearest apothecary. Simple as that! The area itself seemed like a nice place to gather stuff, and perhaps even fill the basket. It was kind-of like a half-clearing, with a larger spacing between the trees, with a bit off tall-grass over here, some over there, but especially made of bushes. So many bushes, with berries, and other plants growing along with them too.
"Arright! So, lets split up. And don't get eaten, cause I gather faster with yeh two. " The sentinel said loudly, as out of his basket hopped a skurri, and a bit more hesitantly, a mus. "So off wit ye! " The sentinel barked, swiping his wings as the skurri confidently shot off through the bushes, looking for anything that interested him, and the mus, Keme, simply began to scurry around, shuffling his paws under fallen leaves.
The sentinel smiled slightly, and flapped his wings, getting off the floor and hovering over the bushy area a bit. This was quite a big place, and, not the most out-and-about sort of sentinel, Raz would prefer to get as much as possible from here. With a small glance back to his basket, he knew he didn't have much room for stuff, so he'd have to b selective on whatever he gathered. Or.. he could simply call any other gatherers in the area. Landing again, the sentinel lifted his head, opening his beak and making a loud, screeching sound, so as to call out anyone in the area, of prefference any gatherers, and say he'd found a nice spot. After all, when you're a gatherer, its kind of nice to have company, then you can simply get more stuff. And apothecary or two wouldn't be bad, either. Cause, y'know, even a gatherer could sometimes forget what folks needed most.
Raz waited a bit, looking around before wandering over towards a bush, rather used to walking on the ground, and beginning to pluck out any stems with berries, digging under it for any useful roots, nuts, anything.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:57 pm
And then suddenly, a tiny blue and white missile plummeted dramatically out of the sky into the very bush Raz happened to be gathering in. Apparently heedless of the speed known as "slow," the creature's momentum carried it nearly clean through the bush, only to be stopped rather ungracefully (and probably somewhat painfully) by a couple thicker branches. Undettered, the little blue thing did a half flap, half flop out of the bush, dark eyes gleaming triumphantly as it grasped a single blue berry in it's beak. Happily, the little parus gulped the berry down, clicking his beak a moment or two and cocking his head to the side as if he was determining the taste. Seemingly pleased, he let out a loud, triumphant cry, exclaiming happily, "Berrrrrries!!!" With his signature trill on the r's.
Only then realizing that others were present, the parus gave a shifty glance over, taking in the sight of the large shadow sentinel and the little mus, he had been to late to have seen the skurri. Deciding the mus was not a real threat to him, he then turned his suspicious gaze fully on the shadow sentinel, hopping a few steps over to the bush, rapidly snatching another berry off of it, and swallowing. All the time keeping his gaze trained on the sentinel. "Berrrry." He stated by way of explaination, though no rational sentinel could possibly interpret the word as an explaination.
A rustling of wings overhead announced another's arrival, this one much bigger than the brave, or foolish little parus. A young wildtype sentinel, echoing the same blue traits as the little companion alighted on the ground, accompanied by the light tinkling of the windchime around her neck. "Chime!" She said in a clearly exasperated voice. "You absolutely cannot keep doing this! You fly off to who knows where like a rocket, leaving me to go off looking for you. One of these days you're going to get eaten if you aren't careful." She frowned down at the little companion who was still busy stuffing his face with berries, who seemed more at ease now that his sentinel was here. Turning, she faced Raz. "I'm so sorry about him," she apologized. "He's still quite young and isn't the best at following directions. I hope he didn't disrupt you too much."
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 6:19 pm
Gatherers always seem to have a little item to hold their things and Starling was no different. Hers came in a decent sized pouch probably formed from the hide of an animal. She had just dropped off her last batch of trinkets so her little pouch was empty and light. She held it by her beak, letting it bob slightly at each beat of her wings.
For those who are unclear of who Starling is, that would be no surprise. She makes appearances but never seems to stay long enough to be known. Quiet an odd little creature. And as you look up, you can see her graceful flight... her almost graceful flight. Bob to the right, shift to the left, right, left, up, dowwwnnnn, then right! Generally speaking... Star looked like a crazy sentinel. Either that or she appeared to be dancing to a song of some sort. The latter was correct. She had this terrible beat stuck in her mind all day and it was nearly driving her insane. To add to its nightmare, her body just seemed to move along with it!
Aside from the insanity, she was pretty busy scanning the forest floor. Her flight path, mostly after her little drop, was close enough to the ground to spot things but far enough to feel generally safe. Although, you must know, safe to Starling can most defidently translate to unsafe in normal perspective. Today, she was off again searching for goodies and Moby, her little Mus. He is always running off.
Mid-flight, she heard the unmistakenable cry of another sentinel. She beat her wings in excitment and eased forwards, interested. Hopefully it was another gatherer. This job was so boring sometimes (partly because she was so easily bored). Luckily his position wasn't too far away from her own and she soon found herself facing two other sentinels.
She touched herself down near them, putting her pouch down before speaking. "Starling here, ready and willing! How do you do?"
From the corner of her round gold eyes, she could see the scuttling of littel feet. The undeniable squeak of Moby sounded into the air. "Moby see you! Moby here!" The little figure stopped besides Starling and rose to his hinds, ready for her instructions.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 9:51 pm
Not too far off in the hollow of an old pine tree, one very sleepy Sentinel awoke at Raz's call. Blinking blearily at the bright (when compared to the insides on her eyelids) light that was filtering in through her 'doorway' of sorts, Hazel shuffled forward, twisting her head this way and that, clacking her beak unhappily as she wondered just what had woken her.
"Eeuck...Morning beak."
A nice tasty mus would get rid of that, or some other creature...it had been a long time since Hazel had been home, though not more so than what was usual for a ranger. Vaguely she wondered if there were still the same little packs of four-legged delectables residing in her field. Deciding after a moment that she didn't really need to report to her superior right off today, she resettled on her branch and went about preening her feathers. It wasn't really needed for the short trip around the field she had planned, but this was her first opportunity to really stop and get clean in several days, and she took pleasure in the simple activity not permitted by time when one was constantly traveling.
A tiny rustle of noise below caught her attention. What was this? A lone little mus, seemingly busy scrabbling in the ground cover, had failed to notice her. Well, she was smaller than most adult Sentinels, and her unique feather pattern did give a little advantage...With a silent thought of thanks to whatever forces had caused the tiny meal to her tree, she silently resettled her feathers. Her wings creaked open wider and wider, so slow that one could barely see them moving at all. The tiniest scratching of talons lifting off bark, and she was aloft, circling around to get the best striking angle.
Lovely little thing...a Shadow-color mus... Faint memories of tender flesh and silky fur brushed at her mind. How long had it been since she had dined on such a fine-looking creature? True, every mus was quite tasty, but each held it's own special signature. The Wildtype-mus had always seemed rather bland, though usually it was the most filling in her opinion. Mists were sweet and dry. And Shadow-mus...she took a slightly deeper breath at the distant memory.Only once before had she had the joy of eating that particular 'brand'. They were well known (to Hazel at least), for their bold taste, and exquisite juiciness.
Knowing well that this living cuisine could vanish out of sight if she stopped to daydream much longer, Hazel tucked in her wings and fell silently through the air, reaching out with grasping talons.
"Starling here, ready and willing! How do you do?"
Hazel pulled up at the last second, flapping wildly to land off to one side. Another Sentinel? She peered around quickly, suspicion written plain on her face. Spotting the small gathering of gatherers (and no, the humor of that was not lost on her), a change so utterly amusing came over the young bird that had any of the others been watching, they likely would have fallen over with laughter. Totally forgetting the mus, Hazel was fluttering about like a mad bird, popping up above the patches of taller grass now and then, getting closer with each spastic bound. Finally landing with a thump next to River, she peered up at the larger owl, her tail feathers jigging back and forth as she bobbed in place, the very picture of some over-grown, hyper-active fledgling, not the highly-trained ranger she was supposed to be.
"Hi there! I'm Hazel! Who are you? Do you come here often? Is the hunting good? Was that your Mus? Sorry, I almost ate him! Do you think it will rain later? I haven;t been back too long so I'm not sure how the weather will be but I don't want it to rain because I still have to go report to my superiors and if it rains flying will be icky and nasty and that's no fun, even thoughI'm used to it...
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:16 am
A shadowy hued figure watched the small gathering from below. Her icy blue eyes were full of curiosity and she itched to join in the gathering and the conversation.
She kept her beak closed, however, and busied herself with her preening.
"Aww, y'lettin' th' opportunity pass jest like that, eh? Eh?" Auze rested his small forepaws on Twilla's head and grunted with dissaproval. The dusty gray, well versed mus was always poking his snout where it didn't belong, but Twilla loved him so.
"Oh shush, Auze. What I do is none of your business. You're just a mus. Besides, I do have work to do today." She dipped her head with annoyance and began to delicately groom her talons.
"Bah, jest a mus, y'say, yes? Jesta mus? Y'wuddin't do nothin' iffin I diddn't nudge yer along." He insisted, giving one of her eartufts a slight tug.
She plopped her twin taloned paw down and squinted her eyes with annoyance. "I really hate you, y'know." She muttered, then seized her small basket, which she carried with her Will.
"Oh, yes yes. Thass why y'keep Auze 'round." He chattered on, knowing full well that his owner would not eat him, no matter how annoying he might be to her at times.
Her mood cheered as she landed on the forest floor with an awkward hopskip.
"G'day, everyone." She greeted enthusiastically, giving Hazel, Starling, and their companions a nod.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 9:08 am
Well, that had been.. unexpected. The gatherer blinked in surprise, hopping backwards once as he stared at the Parus who'd just shot down from nowhere. At first, he said nothing, then his feathers puffed slightly in irritation. "Oi! I'm gatherin' here! " He huffed, lifting a talon to prod the branche the smaller avian was on, trying to at least get him to move. "Find your own bush. " Why, in all the bushes that were around, had the parus chosen the particular one he was gathering on right now? He set the berries he'd collected on his basket, tilting his head then looking up to see the other Sentinel just landing. Blue feathers on her wings-- obviously it was to match the Parus.
"Issalright. " He huffed, eyes drifting slightly to the parus again, clearly still not letting go of the fact he'd just been interrupted. However, his attention was soon distracted once more as another sentinel landed, this time a ghost, with orange feather-dye. What wa sit with girls and dye's these days! "Uh, Hi Starling! The male sentinel straightened, as if trying to see if he could look as up and ready as the girl did-- though of course, Raz wasn't exactly the cheery looking fellow. "I'm good-- "
His eyes flashed towards another shape. Someone else was joining? But soon enough he saw why, the other sentinel was going for Keme. "OI! " Raz boomed, feathers fluffing out in frustration. "Keme, move! " He hissed, and even though Hazel seemed to divert, the mus looked up in alarm, and dashed under a bush, climbing quickly onto it branches and staying as deep inside as possible. Not that Raz was particularly friendly with his mus, but Keme and Kisiri were both good gatherers, and needless to say, he would not be pleased if they were eaten. "You should check if ya see anyone before ya attack. " Raz huffed slightly, though his feathers lay relaxed once she apologized, as this wouldn't be the first time something had attacked Keme. "I'm Raz, kinda-- I guess-- yes he is-- be more carefu-- I dunno! " Well, this new one chattered alot. He watched quietly as she landed next to the first female, in the back of his mind noting that everyone that'd just popped up, well, every sentinel, was female. That was odd. He glanced at Keme as the mus hesitantly seemed to notice the danger was gone, than slowly shift from startled to pissed.
"You almost ate me! " He squeaked in frustration, his whiskers twitching and his fur ruffling out. "Really! How 'm I supposed to gather if I have ta stay glued to that guy to not get eaten! I'm a gatherermusandI'msupposedtobeworkingwhycan'tanyonecheckbeforetheyflyand..!!" He rambled on and on, giving the most startling look a mus could give, shooting it at Hazel, but, truly, Mus were never frightening. unless you were a downright coward.
"Shaddap, Keme. Yer just too fat." Raz snapped, feathers fluffing out slightly, but he was slowly growing confused at how quickly folks were popping up. He looked up to see another shadow sentinel comming down, and then..
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! "
His skurri poppped out from seemingly nowhere, dashing at those insane rodent speeds then leaping and latching-- to his face. "Someone'seatingsomeoneogod Idon'twannabeeatenDON'TLETTHEMEATMEI'MTOOYOUNGTODIE-- heyisthatanut? " Raz was surprised by the sudden creature attached to his face, the skurri's paws wrapping over his head and his tail fluffed out right under his beak, his left eye covered by fluff, and his right one remaining free, and looking rather.. annoyed. "Hi, " He offered to Twilla, seeming to ignore the Skurri, or doing his best trying to ignore him. "How do you do? "
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 12:49 pm
Starling bobbed her head at his greeting but cocked his head at his sudden alarm. The ghost sentinel followed his line of vision only to notice the approach of another figure. Her little mus squeaked at the sight of the ranger and scrambled, tripping over his own little limbs in the process, to clear the open grounds and hide under Star’s legs, huddling there, looking up, as though waiting for the passing of the storm. Starling was nearly oblivious to her mus’s distress in blinked, rustling her feathers excitingly. "Gosh, Moby, you brought friends!"
"Are ye insane? That no friend of me! She be friendly to eat little legs like me." The mus grumbled unhappily towards Starling who seemed to have no regard for his well-being.
"Ooooh. Well then, show no fear, Moby! Face the enemy like a mus!" Starling cried in triumph, loud enough for the others to hear as well. She fluttered a wing, pulling it out slightly, for emphasis. It was though she wanted her poor little pet to come and battle the other sentinel.
"I am! I’m hiding!" She was insane, he concluded.
As Hazel landing in a ball of enthusiasm Starling nodded in equal excitement at the other’s greeting… and then the owl continued. Being respectful, Star found it necessary to listen… to every word. She nodded, leaning forwards to the ranger to hear better and leaned more as the words starting trailing off and leaned even more when the words could barely be heard. And she nearly fell over the mu that was huddling besides her leg.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! " Starling jumped, yet visibly jumped, at the sudden sound of skurri. She nearly ran into the new shadow figure. Starling eased up. "Sorry there!"
Turning back towards the male, she gave off a laughing noise, her body shaking and feathers shifting in amusement. Who wouldn’t be amused? The poor male was basically decorated by his gray ball of fluff. If you ask Star it looked like a pretty nice headgear. "I think you got it little something on your head there…." Starling blinked as she trailed off. Did he give a name yet? "Eh. What's your little? If you don’t mind me ask."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 9:00 am
"Hello, there!" Twilla clucked her beak in a slight chuckle as she observed the obtrusive skurri. "Interesting little mask."
Auze poked his head out from between Twilla's eartufts. He observed the other sentinels with some anxiety, but opted to leave Twilla's back anyways. He landed gracefully on the earth beside her and regarded the others with a respectful smirk and nod. "A'llo..."
Twilla nudged him back towards herself protectively. The others had companions, but one could never be too careful.
"My name is Twilla, I'm a'gatherin'. This little fluff of gray is Auze, my little mussy helper."
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