Mabel

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Mabel is a very goofy dragon and loves to make jokes and have fun, but she can be quite the trickster. She, her brother Dipper and her Great Uncle Ford are scouts for the clan, exploring the lands and getting information on Beastclans and other such things. Though her insistence on wearing brightly colored sweaters hinders their stealth she, much to her brothers annoyance, refuses to wear anything else. Despite their spats and personality clashes she and her brother are the best of friends, and always have each others back

Bio by: AshWolf143

She crept silently through the undergrowth, her feet light and agile among the twigs and dry, crackling grasses. Not a sound was made. She felt a breath of wind gust through her folded wing feathers, blowing through the opening in the trees to the large plain stretched out before her. She drank in the scent carried on that breeze - the heady, thick aroma of Longneck. Her claws tensed.

Then, a loud thumping sound, a bitten-off curse. The Longneck started, the herd scooping up packs and staffs and cantering away, their long legs carrying them swiftly into the undergrowth. Mabel turned to look at her brother, frantically fluttering the pages of his journal, making sure that the drop had not torn a precious page.

"Dipper!" she cried, her tensed wings expanding rapidly in frustration. The younger Wildclaw glanced up at his sister.

"What?" he asked, his eyes returning almost immediately to the page.

"You scared off the Longnecks, Dipper! Your stupid book made too much noise!" she huffed, stomping one delicate claw.

"Oh, really? See, I thought it was that sweater you insist on that was so loud," he retorted, a small smile dancing around the edges of his mouth. Mabel gave a sound of faked indignation.

"Now you've asked for it!" she cried, tackling her brother to the ground. For a moment there was a whirl of scale and feather until Mabel managed to pin her brother, ruffling the feathery crest on top of his head furiously. "Ha!" Dipper pushed his sister off himself and brushed at the feathers, trying to get them to lay straight once again. Laughing, Mabel cantered away the only part of her visible the tuft on the end of her tail swiftly vanishing into the undergrowth.

"Mabel?" she heard Dipper's voice echo plaintively through the forest. She kept a silent pace with him as he wandered deeper into the darkening woods. She began purposefully stepping on twigs, muffling her laughter as her brother jumped at every sound. She led him in a slow circle, rustling leaves and popping brush. Then, when he had his back turned, she leapt.

"What? Mabel no-" Dipper yelped as he tumbled to the ground for the second time that day. For a moment Mabel grinned, victorious, then blanched as she heard a deep cracking noise. The ground beneath the pair fell away, and they tumbled into the darkness of a deep pit.

Mabel groaned, untangling her wings from the pile of roots, debris, and Dipper. Her brother was already sitting up and staring at their surroundings.

"You okay, Dip?" she asked, coughing at the dust in her lungs.

"Mabel - " he said quietly. Then he turned to look at her, eyes shining. "Look at this place!" he cried, his voice echoing from the high ceiling of the cavern, a cascade of tiny water droplets falling from stalactites. He pushed himself to his feet and held out a claw to help her up. "Come on, let's go explore!"

Mabel pulled herself up with her brothers help. Then, laughing, she followed him into the darkness.

Story by: Hatterlet

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