Deadweed

Born in a valley of rotting flora, Deadweed had no parents- at least none that he knew of. He had seen his parents dead bodies near a monster made of rotting animal corpses and dead flora. He screamed, but the tough Tundra took on the monster and won, saving his parent's corpses. He cried at their bodies, but soon a sweet female voice called out to him. "A tundra hatchling? He is cute and looks alone, but our clan already has so many tundras..." Deadweed turned around, eyes watering. "Oh alright, we'll keep him." Gem came up to the small baby, accompanied by Shadow and Seafoam (Plus Blizzard- the two never go anywhere without eachother) "Welcome to the clan.... if you really want to join.." Gem bowed her slick head down, and, still crying, Deadweed climbed up slowly onto the Coatl's head. She hissed in delight. The visit to her homeland after years had gone much better than expected! She purred as Deadweed uttered his first words. "W-Will you be my mama?" "Of course~!" hissed Gem. Finally! Another Plague dragon in the clan.... and it was her own adopted son.