Coil

First child of Cameoleopardis that decided to stay with his mother rather than search for new clan, Coil from the beginning impressed others with his magical talents. For long time shielded from outside world by his mother, he finally proved himself to be brave albeit insecure adventurer.
Due to their mothers' relation, almost like brother to Onyxscale. Pupil of Hemi. Not fully aware of it, but enemy of Sing.
Both him and Onyxscale share fascination with Molnum and wild, rebellious female likes to shamelessly bath in their admiration.

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Smaller female climbed his back, easily pinning him down despite her smaller frame, much to Coil's embarrassment. Cameoleopardis proceeded then with combing his unruly mane and cleaning his ears.
- Mom! Mom, no, please! Stooop... he mewled meekly
- Shush! You're all dirty. And... do I smell blood? Is this blood?!
Mother of lair pierced large Guardian female with steel gaze and Octavia shuffled uncomfortably. She opened her maw, but her eyes met male's standing behind Mother and she just hanged her head with guilt. On side, Onyxscale had to squirm under own mother's accusing look.
- No, mom! I mean, yes, but it's not mine! I... I fought.
- My brave son! Gaou, occupied with some weird shroom up to this point, chimed in.
- You fought? But Coilie, you should stay away from it! That's why I sent Octavia and Onyxscale with you she picked up cleaning his ears despite his desperate tries to shrug her off.
- Yeah, I'd like to know how that happened...
- It's my fault, okay? Octavia told me to help Coil, but she was surrounded. I had to help her Onyxscale puffed out his chest, ignoring intensified lightnings of accusation his mother was shooting from her eyes.
- No! It's no one's fault! I fought on my own and won! You should be proud of me, mom young male started out loud and proudly, but last words were more comparable to well-articulated moan.
- I am, Coilie, but...
- No 'but's, mom! You allowed me to fight and I did! And stop embarrassing me in front of my friends he shouted and tried to thrash again, achieving only a motherly hug before Cameoleopardis returned to her self-appointed duty.
- Of course, of course. I have to get used to my son smelling like big, bad warrior.
- Like his mom!
- Daaad, stop...

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Coil sat in front of Molnum, with one cub pinned down safely beneath him, and watched large female somehow shyly cleaning fur of the second one. Up to this point he and Onyxscale were taking care of their tundra hatchlings, but large ridgeback insisted they should teach her as well. It was amazing to see her change her attitude to so timid around small, furry creatures comparing to how she crawled their young defender-wannabes through mud just this morning because team assigned to her lost the game against both groups of Laroyor and Octavia.
- Is it okay?
- Yes, very good. See? It isn't that hard!
As if to emphasize it, little tundra in her paws purred happily. Molnum nodded
- All right, your turn, then.
Little ridgeback female yipped from her place in lair, although little wasn't necessarily right word here. Onyxscale's daughter was already bigger than both of them and was very like her mother, both in appearance and attitude. She almost crushed her little brother trying to nuzzle Coil and Molnum had to react, pulling her back with embarrassed look on her face. All after all, she was responsible for taming their more... violent, ridgeback hatchlings
- Easy there, little one. I'm not as sturdy as mommy he laughed, helping Molnum to get little tundras back into the nest Okay, so what do I do?
- Scratch the old scales off, they're real pain in the a... They're problem large female quickly moderated herself.
Male looked skeptically at large spines on hatchling's back. They were another thing that reminded him of her mother. One bleeding nose and sore paws later, Onyxscale's daughter was sleeping peacefully, no longer moaning of itching back.
- See? Not that hard.
- Yeah. Let's settle on Onyxscale taking care of this in the future, all right?