FeelinFloral's Clan

"Hello?!" Petal called out. Her voice echoed back from the burnt husks of the trees. Some of the clan had left before the plague got bad. Many who stayed were lost to sickness and madness. Others ventured out to seek the Gladekeeper and never returned. The plague had swept through the forest, then a ferocious fire purged everything living and dead. The smoke and heat created a monstrous updraft that Petal's tiny body couldn't fight. She had been blown away from the small band of survivors.
"Please! Is anyone out there?" Is anyone still alive? She couldn't say aloud.
"Help! I can't carry her!" A voice roared into the silence. Petal launched herself into the air and flew as fast as her delicate wings could carry her in the direction of the shout.
"Keep talking! Where are you?" Petal's high-pitched squeak was small compared to the roar.
A purple imperial's scales glittered under the ash and debris. "Help her!" A smaller, white imperial was trapped under several enormous logs. Both were female.
Petal recognized them.
"Anemone? Luna!" She summoned her magic and felt for any sprig of life in the earth below. SEEDS. Sprouts burst out of the ashes and split the logs trapping the white imperial.
"Are you okay?"
"We're okay."
A new clan formed from the fragments of the old.