Fleetfoot?

I've grown up around chickens. They were MY chickens. I started out with five, but right now I have forty-two. I've got seven males, two monarchs, two heirs, and the rest to the butcher. I've got red stars, red rocks, a black rock, and black hens which I don't know the breed of.

To be honest, I've always loved chickens. Whether alive or on my plate. But my dad bought me twenty-six chickens. Red stars. After two days all of them died. As chicks. SO dad got another batch. In this batch twenty-two died. Dad burnt three of them by dropping the light on them and so I was left with one.

She was quite energetic and always was running around her box. So, I named her after a warrior book cat, Fleetfoot. She was absolutely the best. She would stand on her stuffed animal and tweet. I would pick her up in my sleeve and she would cuddle in my hand.

Fleetfoot is honestly my favorite chick of all time. But I had to go to school. And I would have loved to see her grow up. While I was away she climbed up her stuffed animal and tweeted. She probably tweeted half of the day. But I found her at the end of school and she had fallen to her death.

So, now all my usernames are in memory of her.