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*Feather’ed* is a choose-you-own-adventure game written by BLuFeather set in Azores, the avents that happen do not affect the world itself or its Lore.

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This is about a female cooper’s hawk (middle aged, teen) named crya, she gets seperated from her kettle, the kettle of \_\_\_. (Your first choice) due to a \_\_\_ (2nd)

Kettle name

*(a) kettle of storm*

(B) kettle of forest

(C) kettle of sky

(any kettle name the isnt choosen, will be a enemy kettle)

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Please read the page for the setting (Azores [Azo-rez])

Plot idea from fire (kinda)

Also ye! Please comment constructive criticism when Feather’ed||(1.1?) comes out! Its helps alot and gives me motivation! Feel free to leave deeper plot idea’s on my message board too! All are read through and looked over! Its helps, along with the plot you can also put the choices for plot!

Thanks for reading this will be linked in every part!

*players have chosen A, TilanissaWildhawk ALostWonderer Mintflower09 and Firewind0111 have decided to Be let known when a new one comes out*

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I

**[]Feather'ed[]1.1[]**

“Crya!” You flinch as the world of light fills you squinted eyes, you ruffle your feathers and turn your head to the source of the sound, a small, barely out of nest hatchling, whose yellow eyes seemed to be staring right through you.
The hatchling, seeming to be rolling your eyes at you then says, “ finally your awake! We’re leaving soon!” You blink in confusion leaving? You think quietly to yourself as the hatchling walks away, wings tucked strangely behind him, you then stand up quickly realizing what he meant,”it’s the migrating today!” You squawk in surprise, flapping your wings and receiving a few glares of annoyance back.
Squawking at the insidious glares you duck out of the large nest-cave and spread your wings showing your large six maybe five foot long wingspan bent over and flapped with steady and strong wing-beats and lift off from the ledge, flying right over a rather large glittering lake where the hawks of the kettle of storm are, shuffling about and squawking.
You glacé to the right as you near the ground, your wings stir leaves which smack your in the face, squinting at the rather heavy wind around you, you flap right through the current, the leaves twisting around as the wind batter them.

You brace your self your a landing with impact as the leaves around you smack your hawkling(teen) feather’s. Finally close enough to the floor, you land, nearly falling on your wing, you get a few scrapes and scratches on your wings, from the leaves and the impact, you suck in some air, and ignore the pain. Puffing out your plumy white and slightly brown stomach. You awkwardly walk to main camp planning to go to the healer’s nest to get a pain reliever.
“Crya!” Some hawklings and hatchlings chirp in delight, you were older then most hatchlings and hawklings except for flare, a large nearly adult male who seemed to be interested with you.
“kettle of storm! Gather around at my call so we may begin the annual flight of winter!” Stormfeather, the leader called
“every year, those who may not fly May stay,” he announced after a brief moment
You have always wondered why sir stormfeather had to part in his name while the rest one, such as frost or leaf. Near by you could hear a elder, possibly one that’s staying behind telling the hatchlings and a few of the younger hawklings a story, intrigued you walk over a listen
“Now, now” the elder you know as snow says, “do you little ones want to know why our leader has a long name?” She paused and heard the chirps of delight at the idea.
“Our past linage, our ancestors, have left us with a tradition, one where are leaders name with always begin or end with storm, same as with every other kettle, stormfeather, used to be known as feather, as if I were leader I would be snowstorm, do you see how that works?”
Snow looked at the chicklings stare with awe at her knowledge, you walk away embarrassed as you notice you were there for a while, ignoring you scratches you head to leader’s rock a rather flat boulder which has been hollowed out by a ancient river from the past, where the leader lives, ontop meetings are held, such as the growth ceremony, one which signifies growth and traditions you from chickling to hawklings to full grown hawk, and there most of the kettle has gathered, ready for the migrating .

“We leave in 5!” Stormfeather announced from a high ledge on the large stone, you watch the hawks have leaf raps tied to their feet ready for taking off, as it’s your first on, you walk to your flier, who is training you to become a fighter, a group which specifies in fighting enemy kettles,
“Hey mouse!” You call to your flier, dipping your head awkwardly as you reach him, the large darkly colored orange eyed and muscleiered mentor looked Gigantic compared to your rather small, more lightly colored feathers and bright yellow eyes
“I’m guessing you need help?” Asked mouse

“Yes please, I have some belongings I want to bring and I saw some kettlemates tying leaf raps,” you ask rather enthusiastic

“That’s how you bring along your belongings,Crya, I’ll teach you how to make one, come” mouse angles his head to where your nest-cave is located, his angular beak looking quite scary up close.
Spreading your wings you launch yourself in the air, a blur of feathers in others' wake.
You flap slowly, trying to not tire your wings and head to your nest-cave not waiting to see if mouse follows.
Landing there, you shake yourself from the leaves clinging to you feathers, and see your flier appear from the quite narrow entrance.
He ducks down and grabs some still green leaves from the floor of the cave, heads to your nest and picks up everything their, including a feather from you mom, who died last season, your sister's light feather and few other things, wrapped it up and gave it you.
“You know how to tie knots?” He asked, nodding your head you bent down to the wrap placed the wrap in your beak and slowly tied it to your left foot, trying not to make it to tight,
“There!” You exclaimed, dipping your head in thanks you launch yourself out of the den and head to where your kettlemates are gathered, waiting for a few leaving members, as you arrive you see your sister light and your farther mud among the Frey, and spot mouse taking the front nodding you to come with. Nodding slightly you head to you family lay your beak on their head and go to the front, where the fighters are with the hawklings and their fliers.
“Let’s go!” Stormfeather announces and the all fly forward, the wings battering your flanks.
Now disision time!
So Crya gets in some trouble, and you get to chose!
(A) the strong wings knock her off course and her fast kettlemates fly out of view before she can catch up

(B)A enemy kettle appears behind, chasing you and the fighters, and you loose yourself and get knocked down from the sky

(C)You get distracted from the flying seeing some animals and plants you haven’t seen before, flying off, your kettle doesn't notice and leaves you.

Your desicione pacts the whole story, with personality included
*players choose B*

II
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Your whole tribe lifts into the air, one graceful being, flying through currents, wing flap by wing flap. The wind suddenly picks up, and you struggle to keep balance. once you find it, you continue your strong flaps. The strong wind picks up even more, shocking you and your tribe, and you fight to fly along the current, you feel the wing of a tribe-mate and relax. they won’t let me get blown, you would think from the front of the line, stormfeather from the very front twitches his wing, and mid-flight with out slowing, positioning shifts. The younger of the members have been pushed to the middle, with the elders who are able to keep an eye, and the fighters have been pushed around to the out-skirts. The wind slows, my tribe pulled through the first issue you think as you flap your light wings lightly, the chicklings have gone back to speaking and playfully teasing, while the hawklings like yourself have calmed enough to keep from being tense. good, you think to yourself through the calm flight. Moments later you pick up a light scent through your beak and lightly jap a nearby adult, “what’s the musky scent?” You Ask curiously.
The adult tenses, their grey feathers shake and they burst out “enemy tribe, right ahead!” You tense too, and so do the fighters. Stormfeather quickly takes charge, “sky kettle headed this way! Protective stances, ahead!” He orders.

you and the other trained fighters charge ahead, pin pointing where the enemy kettle would be located “ahead!” You call out calmly, a few of the older fighters nod gratefully at your direction and dart for a flurry of attacks, you stay behind, waiting for the escaped of the mob to charge back. As soon as the fighters go, more come back, with the musty scent sky kettle! A jolt of alarm is sent up your spine and you ready yourself for impact, which you resive, a younger looking fully fledged fighter grapples talons with you and you fight back, darting out and back in, clawing in a furry of attacks.

You seem to stun your opponent, and you lose your tension, only to get attacked.
A talon rips through your wings and you wince in pain, the wing directly torn. now it’s your turn for being stunned, they come back and aim harder, a jolt of eminence pain shoots up your wing and you quickly lose altitude, though not before you grab yourself onto the fighter, who turns out to be only a bit larger and older then you. You push them down, the speed picking up and you struggle to hold on to the older hawkling, the trees blur around you are those… trees? you think passing them quickly, Before blacking out.

You awake in unfamiliar territory, before remembering previous events you jump up, using your wings as extra limbs to hoist your self up, only to fall back down in immense pain dang it! It’s broken you think as you stare at the torn and bloody wing, you see another hawkling and remeber it was the one you were fighting, they seemed to be in a better condition then you… but their wing was twisted in such a weird manner, that you flinch at how abnormal it seemed. Should I help them? You think, walking around a bit, wing above your back.
*players chose A, GingerAle0 and GT-reader have joined*