Kett

I am a Christmas baby.

That's what I'm told anyway. Apparently it's a great holiday. I wouldn't know, I don't remember much of my hatching day. But according to all of the dragons in this lair, I'm supposed to like red and green. I'm pretty into feathers, so I picked the red and green feather things when they were offered to me, since I figured it would make everyone happy. There's some kind of big deal about my snow-like white coat, and sure enough, everyone just about fainted from excitement when they saw me with these on. I don't really get it.

I feel so alone. I don't understand anyone in this lair, and no one understands me. No one has ever bothered to get to know me, or talk to me. They just want to look at me from afar, and be...proud? I guess? That they are in the same lair as me? Whatever. All I want is a friend...there are no other Wildclaws here. I feel like such an aberration.

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There's a new girl in the clan. Apparently it became known that I was rather unhappy, and everyone was so worried about me that they went out and found me a girl-child to mate with. Of course, I'll have to wait until she's grown up. Otherwise it would be...awkward. Either way, it's sweet that this clan banded together to help out depressed ol' me. I hope they know I appreciate it, even though I don't talk to any of them. I haven't even worked up the nerve to speak to the girl-child yet. She is much too beautiful for me. I don't know how she'll ever find it in her heart to love me.

Even if she isn't a Wildclaw, I think she might understand my loneliness. I should try talking to her. Someday.