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6504: Roswell

"What the hell is that?" Kisse hissed at her companions. "Big bird," Roswell said sarcastically. In truth, it was a decently sized Tropeognathus, dark gray in colour with flashes of white across its beak and wing tips. It was also currently hunched over the raptors' kill and gulping down chunks of meat as fast as it could. "Let's chase it off, that kill is ours," Kisse grow...

"It's pretty high up," Kisse stated, her eyes on the canopy of the forest, trying to locate the nest of eggs that her sister had promised she had found. "It's not that high," Roswell argued, already annoyed at her plan being shot down. "Yeah, it's pretty high," Bandit broke the stalemate. It had become her speciality of sorts, being the tie-breaker between the twins. Roswel...

"This is foolproof, I've been working on it for months!" Roswell said, trotting into the forest clearing. Her sister followed closely, a speculative tilt to her head. "Since you were born?" she asked, but her twin ignored her. "Look at this," Roswell crowed, gesturing into the treetops. A ramshackle wooden cage hung above their heads, making Kisse recoil away from it. "My u...