(Can I join this?)

Name: Donovan
Age: Fully grown
Gender: Male
Looks:
Personality: rp it out?
Marking(s): none
Scar(s): none
History: Nothing important
Breed of Bird: Harpy eagle
Mate: None yet.
Other: Nope...

Name: Ethel
Age: fully grown
Gender: Female
Looks:

 
Personality: Rp it out?
Marking(s): none
Scar(s): none
History: She was hatched and raised in a zoo, but was acidently let out by one of her keepers, since then she has fled the city and is wandering about in serch of food.
Breed of Bird: Grey-crowned crane.
Mate: none yet.
Other: She has a yellow ring with the number 2710 on it around her left leg.

(Thanks 8D)

Donovan clamped his talons around a large opossom that had been scapering about the canopy he then landed in a nearby tree and began to eat, not bothering to keep an eye out for other birds, he knew that he would probably be bigger and almost definately able to overpower them if he needed too. As far as he was aware he was the only harpy eagle in the area, and he dobted that any lesser species of bird would be able to put up a decent fight if they started one. He quckly finished his meal and took off again, flying easily through the trees on his relitively short stuby wings, they weren't really that short, but in comparrison to his body they were. It made it alot easier to navigate his way through the thick trees of the forests that he called home, and he had no need for gliding around on thermal all day like some birds of prey.

Ethel popked about in the grass outside of the town, she hadn't been having any luck with food eversince she had left that horrible zoo, but now she was having second thoughts about leaving it. If her luck continued like this she'd starve to death, being unable to find enough grass seeds to keep her going for very long. Something flashed across her field of vision and she turned her head to see a large dragonfly darting about over the surface of a small stream which trickled by, she slowly made her way over to the stream, being carefull not to scare the insect off. It passed by her several times before she lunged forward and snapped her beak shut around it. She swallowed the bug and then went in serch of more muttering, "maybe I do have a chance of surviving out here." 

(No problem. ^v^)
Dark landed on his perch on a tall gray building and screeched loudly as he flapped his wings.

Shadow smiled at the bird and said,"Good bye.",before taking off once more into the skys of the forest and screeching loudly.

(May I join?)

Name: Willow
Age: Young adult
Gender: Female
Looks: Pure white, with black speckles
Personality: Willow is rather aggresive at times, and defends her territory fiercely. She is always on alert, and prefers high roosting places, so she can sleep without much worry.
Marking(s): none
Scar(s): One across her right wing, her feathers never grew back in
History: She grew up with her brother, but like most birds of prey, she left the nest once she could hunt for herself and lives on her own.
Breed of Bird: Gyrfalcon
Mate: None
Other: nope

Name: Maroon
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Looks: Redish brown, with normal red kite markings
Personality: He does a lot of sleeping, but when he's awake, he's very agile in flight, and it doesn't take him long to catch prey. He is a light sleeper though, and often wakes and flies around his territory, checking for intruders.
Marking(s): None
Scar(s): Many small scars near beak
History: Born and raised near the city, but has since fled the area, and now lives several miles away from humans.
Breed of Bird: Red kite
Mate: none
Other: nope

Donovan looked up when he heard the screech, idiot bird, you're scaring off all my prey!  He huffed and shot upwards, strait at the hawk, he knew that the other bird would have the advantage while they were in the open air, but if he could force it down into the trees it would be at his mercy, not that he had any.

Ethel flipped over a rock and snapped her beak shut on the tail of the small skink that had been hiden under it, sadly, the skink dropped its tail and scarried off. Ethel placed the skink's tail on the ground and watched it wringling like a worm, fasinated that the thing still moved even after it had been seperated from its body, what a strange little lizard, running off with out its tail...

(Accepted. ^v^)
Shadow screeched and dodged the bird that was flying straight at her and darted into a tree and landed.

Name: Geil (gay-el)
Age: Entering adulthood
Gender: Female
Looks: Geil is a beautiful swallow, with large, pooling black eyes, and a wide, yellow beak with a black tip. She has a black 'cap' on her head, and her wings are also black. She has a black bib above her chest, and the rest of her breast is a creamy white. Her throat is a rust red.
Her tail feathers are long, the same colour as her wings.
When Geil speaks, she tilts her head to one side, as if she's asking you a question. She is very restless, so when you look at her, she's usually moving her clawed feet around or rustling her wings.
Personality: Geil is a very friendly bird, and knows everybird around. She has a big heart, and never turns down a plea for help, which is kind of her weakness. She is very serious, however, and she can seem to read birds' emotions.
She often doubts her value, believing she is of much less worth than her friends.
Geil is a very excellent flyer, and can fly very fast. She loves flying through the forest, zipping between the large trunks of trees. She nests in a large pine. She loves collecting shiny things.
History: Geil had a normal bird life, nothing unusual.
Breed of Bird: Swallow
Mate: Open. Very very open for crush possibilities. :P
Other:None

Willow blinked open an eye lazily. For once, she was actually sleeping during the day. She was tired though, having flown all the way on the edge of her territory and back in the past day, chasing off an intruding male. It wasn't often that another gyrfalcon dared to enter her territory, but when they did, they usually left with ruffled feathers.

Willow laughed quietly to herselft, unfolding her wings and gliding down along the cliff. She once again brought up the memory of the look fo terror on the smaller male's face, when he saw her diving at him. She had merely chased him off, but she didn't think he would be back.

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Maroon shuffled his feet, fluffing up his feathers. He had finally been forced out of his territory, due to lack of food. All the humans around made him nervous. Besides, there was asolutely nothing, nothing to eat in this human-infested city.

Maroon spread his wings, and leaped off the branch. He flapped to gain altitude, and was soon soaring over the city, looking for a potential meal.

I hope I find something soon, he though to himself, watching all the smaller birds flitting around the streets. How do they make it here? He wondered.

A grin spread across Donovan's face as he pulled his wings in close and plummeted towards the hawk, big mistake! He extended his talons a second before he hit the bird and snapped them shut when he felt them make contact. He bent his legs to help absorb the impact of the colision, then puffed out his feathers, making him seem twice his size as he pinned the smaller bird to the branch of the tree.

Maroon gave up after a few minutes of perching on a building spire. He soared up over the buildings, spiraling up until the structures were no more than the size of saplings. Up here, Maroon rode the thermals shooting over the city, then over the tree top canopy.

But he wasn't alone, from his aerial view, he noticed a flash of gray feathers. An eagle, I'd better be carefull. He dove forward for a better view, noticing another bird, this one much, much smaller than the harpy. The smaller bird looked like some breed of hawk. Maroon watched, unfeeling as the hawk was pinned against a tree. And that would be why you don't mess with an eagle, he thought to himself, as he turned, and soared on, making sure to stay out of the eagle's way. If this was its territory, he was better off if he didn't make his presence known.

Donovan shook his head in annoyance as the little bird pecked at his head and eyes. He snapped his beak at the bird and spread out the feathers around his head, forming an owllike facial disk and a black crest that divded down the midle to form two large earlike tufts. "Weather you ment it or not isn't going to change the fact that I'm angry!" He said in reply t the hawk, then batted a wingout his head in an attempt to get rid ofhe swallow, "beat it!"

(So sorry if my post is missing any letters/spaces that should be there, the laptop is lagging and it's really hard to type D8)

Marooon heard the screeches behind him and flapped hard, turning himself around. Those pesky little things that call themselves birds, he though angrily. Now an even smaller was bothering the eagle. If there was one thing Maroon hated, it was little birds. He soon made up his mind, screeching, he dove at the little swallow who was pecking at the eagle's eyes.

Maroon hissed, battering the swallow with gusts from his wings.

"You should listen to larger birds, the eagle's right, get out of here!" Maroon hissed, glaring at the tiny bird.