Warhol

Oddly enough, Warhol was never meant to remain in the lair for any length of time at all. Though the runt of the litter (even by Spiral standards) he seemed to be on the fast track to graduate to the Lightweaver's service fairly early on, perhaps with a nest to his name before shipping off.

However, as it so happened, he had absolutely no interest in battling, with almost as little interest in hatchling production. Not that he was lazy or incapable by any means, but it just wasn't quite the conventional direction that he wanted to take in his life. Other clan-mates did not quite understand at first, and had been gently prodding him to get with the program and just move on...

...But then there were the visions, the odd dreams everyone kept having, the whispering in the dark that seemed to have no source. There were bewildering shifts in temperature when he flew by, and the perplexing way the sun glinted off his scales just a little differently. Perhaps the most bizarre aspect was his uncanny idiosyncrasy to be hovering underneath spider webs that proclaimed mysterious messages (such as "terrific," "radiant" and "phosphorescent") in their strands.

It was then that he had to make the big announcement: not only did he have no intention of relocating, but he was the first to proudly come out of the closet as being a natural Leaf tertiary after the then-unprecedented underbelly procedure. He became a champion for the Ear-Searing, representing a cultural shift in attitude and style throughout the lair. Though lacking the musical background that most of his family demonstrated, his flair for words soon became an inspiration to all. (They were admittedly a bit more inspiring after all the previous creepy goings-on thankfully ceased.)

For some time now, he has named the official voice of the entire clan, though he still humbly resides in an old coffee tin in some tucked-away corner of the lair. He enjoys archery, screen-printing and key lime pie.

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