FeatherStar's Clan

Me: I am a carefree girl of Portland, Oregon who enjoys the thwack of a ball on the tightly stretched strings of my tennis racket; the gentle classical and upbeat pop of jazz, tap, and ballet; the soft music of my fingers dancing on the keys of my upright grand piano; bouncing and stretching and announcing as I perform in the circus and do gymnastics and acro; the soft scratch of a pencil on paper and much more. I love animals and I take pride in being wierd, kooky, insane, empathetic, a good writer, and a good friend (shout-out to DawnGlory105: great friend online and at school). She gave me many of my best dragons!

My Clan's story: We are the FeatherStar clan of Light. Once, a long time ago, were brought together out of desperation, hoping we could survive as a united force. Now we live together and for each other with pure love and lifelong bonds-- how could we forget?-- and we feed, help, and eternitaly love each and every clan member. The leader of our clan is the beloved FeatherStar, a Guardian. And true to her breed's reputation, she protects us with a fierce fiery passion. On the night we were formed....

Lightning crackled in the pitch-black sky, illuminating the heavy grey clouds and the sparkling hailstones that were shooting fom the sky. A sparse-leafed tree gave meager shelter to the four dragons huddled underneath it. They were FeatherStar, Emberbright, Coronus, and an orphaned hatchling that FeatherStar had taken in, a Coatl deemed CloudSong. Nearby, a Mirror called Elitriss was curled in a fetal position and was coughing waterlogged sparks of flame on himself in a pathetic attempt to get warm without having to interact with the others.
This desperate predicament was the aftereffects of a huge storm in the very northwestern edge of Sornieth--in between the what is now the Sunbeam Ruins and the Viridian Labyrinth--named Hurricane Dusk. It had devastated the land of Sornieth and caused the dragon population to split into groups that they called "clans".