Moonstrike

I have one for Moonstrike
He was only a hatchling when it happend. During the late hours of the night, many years ago, he was awoken by a loud snapping twig out side his lair. Not wanting to move, he kicked the area where his mother sleeps. She was gone. He rolled over and stood up, and looked around noticeing both of his parents were gone and the nest was empty.
"Did you get every thing?" A voice said breaking the sighlance. "Gems, trasure, the works?"
"Yeah, there wasn't much here though." After a beat the voice continued. "Did you, you know, take care of the occupants."
"Of course I didn't! Thats Piero's job!" The first voice snapped. "I'll take care of the goods you do a final sweep." The other voice sighed and footsteps began to echo through out the cave. The hatchling felt fear well up in his chest and he hid in the skins inside the nest. The foot steps stoppped infront of the nest, and his blanket was lifted up. The Mirror was surprized to see a hatchling, they had only saw the parents...
"Hey kid," He started, "you're gunna have to come with us, ok?"
From that day on he was part of the Luner sky mafia. He was named Moonstrike when he hit the mother load during a raid. The mirror that took him with them that day gave him his signature hat when the group fell apart and they parted ways to serch for their own clans to be apart of.