Nightclaw

You know who you are. You know who your parents are. You know who your siblings are. You know how to fight. From birth, you have been inclined to fighting. When you grew up, your father immediately got you to train. You have heard tales of your father and mother fight side-by-side, dragons in the book of legends. You want to live up to the expectations set by fellow clanmates. In fact, you are already well-respected by your peers. You are one of the two largest guardians in the den. Your wingspan is definitely the smallest, but your size thwarts the other dragons.Your scales are an obsidian color from your father, and your wings are light like your siblings. Your demanding voice and attitude has definitely caught your father's attention.
Suddenly, things change. Your father and mother have left you to lead the clan. You are shocked. This transfer of power was so abrupt, without warning, and unexpected. How could you leave power in the claws of a son without giving them prior advice?
You decide to take matters into your own hands. You flare your fins and demand authority. The smaller dragons immediately accept your demanded leadership, but your siblings quickly beg to differ. First, Sunset steps forth.
"Brother, this is outrageous! You cannot just assume power without our consent! What leads you to the conclusion that you are the ultimate dictator?"
You shoot back by saying that you are superior and that you always were placed higher than your brother by your father.
"Think about it, Nightclaw. Our parents always split the power between themselves. They did not shove the power on to only one dragon when they were out hunting. They did not care about only you, but all of us. Be sensible, brother. You are not going to satisfy our father with that attitude."
You stop. You actually think for a moment. Would your father really accept your actions if he were there to see you? You had never considered this, and the fact that your brother brought this up makes you think. In the process, you also confuse yourself. There were no murmurs from the dragons gathered below, and it was silent except for the slight shifting of fins and wings. You come to a decision.
In a low and slow voice, you say that his ideas were wise. Sunset flies up to join you. You ask him is Greyspike should also have power.
"Of course, why not? She is our sister, and she can be Queen."
You declare to the dragons that the clan is now entitled to you and your siblings' names.