Kin Name razz ainted Blackbird
Nickname: Mag
Kin species: Kimeti
Gender biggrin oe
Growing or Non: Non
Colors/Markings/Resembles:First some reference pics to the bird in particular
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basically similar colorings to the magpie no edits or anything fancy except I may have a few feathers tied in her hair and maybe a shiny rock or too for character personality purposes.
Traits/Personality:
Mag is a friendly doe. She does not belong to a clan but tends to be welcome when she wanders into one due to her friendly nature. She is a collector of all things shiny not unlike her name sake and once she has reached a certain amount will wander somewhere slightly out of the swamp to hide her treasures in a secret cache. She is a bold but intelligent and will not place herself in any unnecessary danger even if it is for a shiny though she will eventually think of a safe way to acquire it. She has trouble staying in one place but she also gets lonely in her wanderings and longs to find someone willing to wander with her. She is the type of doe more likely to look after her off spring as she views children as living treasures. When she happens upon a clan her favorite activity is to spin tales for the young ones.
Naming Dream:
As she slept the Swamp spoke. She was high above herself, the swamp, everything she knew and yet she could see the ground so clearly. She felt her small heart pounding away with each beat of her wings and she knew the glory that was flight. Nothing held her down and nothing kept her still. She landed in a large tree and hopped down to a large hollow and peaked inside. Her treasures where all still as they should be. She enjoyed the sunlight winking of her shiny objects and her heart filled with pride over her cache. She turns and glides effortlessly out of the tree. She flies where she wills. She stops once to drink and as the water stills she see even her feathers are like treasures. Her cousins envy her painted plumage but she simply smiles at the gifts given to her and rejoices in her heart. The Swamp has blessed her to never go wanting for she carries treasures upon her wings and she will never have nothing.
Story Telling:
Mag stomps her foot to gain the attention of the young Kimeti.
"Gather round me younglings and I shall tell you the tale of why some blackbirds are painted. When our home was young and the creatures' were still finding their places a blackbird flew into the swamp and lighted in the trees. She searched here and there looking, looking for the perfect place to build her nest. She finally found what she was looking for; it was a place in the crotch of a tree tucked high out of sight. She began gathering materials from all over the swamp and built her nest out of the best the Swamp could offer. She weaved all sorts of things into her nest and if one was to catch a glimpse of it you would see not only twigs but snatched of color and things the shined like fireflies when the light hit them just right. She laid two eggs in her nest and dutifully cared for them till they had hatched and the checks had grown. Both chicks, now grown, set out to make nests of their own and began searching the swamp for materials. The first chick searched but could find nothing to their liking. To this chick the swamp had nothing beautiful to offer up for it's nest and after a short time it turned it's bill up in disgust and left for the hills. The second chick however could see what her bother had missed. To her the swamp held immense beauty and she rejoiced in her heart at the bounty before her. She adorned her nest with colorful beetles and rocks that shimmered. With each piece she thanked the swamp for the beauty it had offered up to her. One night a storm blew through the swamp and the little blackbird sought shelter in her nest, but the tree she had built her nest in held a secret weakness. Boring insects had destroyed its inner core and once the winds picked up it could not bear the strain. Before long the tree twisted and snapped and the poor little blackbird was sent tumbling out of her nest into the storm. By mornings light she was bedraggled and wet. Her feathers were a mess and her nest... her home was gone. She hopped around her manged mess of a tree and found the creatures who had done the damage to her tree. They were in many colors and shined like water or rare earth and even in her poor state she rejoiced for the bounty the Swamp had provided. At this the Swamp blessed the sweet little bird who even at her lowest point could find beauty to rejoice in, and so the Blackbirds wings where painted to shiny like her treasures. Now she would never be with out the beauty she had always seen in the swamp."
Mag smiles as she finishes her story.
"I hope you learned a lesson from my tale dear ones. Remember there is beauty in everything if you care to look for it.
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