OceanStorm

The joker of the clan. OceanStorm is the one who keeps his clan together. He'll crack jokes and instigate play.

He stumbled into the clan late one night. With nowhere else to rest (and every dragon knows you can't sleep peacefully without other dragons about) - he slept on his feathers, just inside the clans compound. And slept.

When morning came, he felt that distinct feeling of being watched by a thousand eyes. He stretched and slowly opened one eye. "Good morning. And the GladeKeeper give you a great day!"

"Do you do this often?" Mirrist snarled, "Just walk in and make yourself at home?"

"On the contrary. If I were making myself at home, I would have had a bed for the night." He rose up, ignoring the Mirror, who was just too wound up for this early on such a beautiful morning. Just behind her, OceanStorm spotted a red Coatl, handling food. "What's for breakfast?" He asked, helping himself to a muscle on the table. He received a glare from Bles.
"I don't know where you've come from, or why you think it's OK to just help yourself, but here - we share. If fallingTundra and Mirrist say it's OK, then you are welcome to stay - we do not turn any dragon away."
"Coatl, give him some food. He can take it and leave.'
"Mirrist, did we turn you away? No. Did we send you to the Gladekeeper when you staged that coup? No."
OceanStorm could see the anger rise up in the Mirror. "Mirror Mirror, standing tall, who's the angriest of them all?" He could help but smile, hearing a little snigger or two around him.
"That's enough, new comer. We will have a clan meet after breakfast." and all the dragons scattered away from the new dragon.

And so they had breakfast, and a clan meet. OceanStorm kept himself to himself for the morning. The clan couldn't come to any sort of agreement.... And so, he continued to make himself at home.