Gold. Black. A golden throne [i]made sense[/i], as only a regal toilet of such shade fits her dropping, [i]but pooping was an art for a bird such as she![/i] It took perfect aim and a lot of gusto to pull off a launch, and so [b]she would pick the obsidian throne[/b] instead.

She twisted her neck to glance at her partner, another red robin, who nodded at her with the solemn face of a pastor.

With renewed determination, she flew up and performed a triple Lutz airborne before a [i]gunk of white[/i] could be seen falling from the skies, straight onto [b]Jaeger[/b][@Ashifili].

Her partner sang in victory and together they flew into the [s]sunset[/s] morning sun.

Next to him, also [u]stuck[/u] between branches threatening to give way for them to dive twenty feet down onto an empty, grassless patch, was a [b]blonde[/b][@Skyswimsky] whom the birds chose to spare, since [i]her hair was deemed sub-par for the bird's dropping to stand out[/i].

Well, monochrome would always remain classic.

Below them was [b]another blonde[/b][@Zombehs], who would be stirring by now, next to a pile of crap obviously left behind by a camper recently: a net, a tent fabric, a few sticks taken from brooms, a long rope, a knife large enough to stab a wild turkey through, and a waxy stone.