( notice: this rp is a wip) -The ducks were running from foxes, and you looked up and asked your mother why foxes had to eat ducks, why couldn't they just eat something else?- Garna ( the mother): it's not our choice, The lunar-ducks made the choice so we wouldn't overpopulate. Look.... -She hid you under tall grass and garna got dragged away by foxes and soon there was blood and feathers everywhere- [ Prophecy: 3 different kinds of ducklings will unite and save the species... ]