Awaking
Katale awoke to someone stepping on his paw, a rather unpleasant sensation. After that, there was some scuffling, followed by a growl, then the sounds of footsteps. Two dragons ran past. Of course, Katale could not see them, the room was much to dark for that, but they were plenty loud enough.
Who could they have been? How odd, his mind was completely blank. Well, not completely. He knew words. He knew his name. He was Katale. He was... a tundra. He was something else too. Something important. Very important. He was... a leader? No. A co-leader. But something else. Something important. Something he couldn't remember. Something he needed to remember. What was he? ...? ...? ...?Ah, right. A father. He had a child. What did his child look like? Katale remembered a picture. It was her, he could picture it, but just barely. She had white scales. No, wait. That was wrong. They only looked white, but they were actually ice. Ice was the colour of her scales. Scales? What about her fur? Oh, right, she was a mirror, not a tundra. They were different. They didn't have fur and always got cold in the winter. Katale could vaguely recall his baby snuggling into his fur on cold nights. He thought he had a picture of that too, somewhere. He remembered that, and he remembered that he loved her. He loved her more than anything else, and he could barely remember her. What was her name? It started with a D. What was it? He had to remember. Had to... ... .... ... ... she smelled like berries. Like berries when the early frost hit and the air itself seemed sharp. And her name was Dragza. And she was his child.
Him... and who else? Who was the mother of this wonderfull child? A mirror. She took after her mother. Dark scales. Smelled like fresh rain on a spring morning. That seemed dreadfully familiar. Who? ... ... Katale inhaled deeply. The dragon that had been here before. One of them, at least. It was her.
As he came to this realization, the room was flooded with light, practally blinding tthe distracted dragon. How odd. Who was it that had made that? Oh, the two dragons were back.
As Katale turned, he caught sight of the most amazing dragon he had ever laid eyes on. This dragon was Dragza's mother. This dragon was the love of his life, and she should know it.
"Hello love."
Katale realized a second after he said those words that he wasn't sure if his love even remembered him. He had to think hard to remember her, perhaps she had forgotten him. There seemed to be a small amount of recognition though, so that was good at least. And the other dragon, he was a guardian. Who was he? He smelled familiar. HEeven looked familiar. Katale has began to become lost in his thoughts once more when Freebuild suggested that they should look for others. Which, yes, they probably should.

He just wished that the guardian would stop looking at him like he was a tasty meal.