Frostbite

Frostbite looked at his mother while she slept. She was so kind and fun, but he could not stand to watch as she stole jewels from dragons, it went against what he felt was right. He pressed his snout against her forehead one last time before flying away from his home.
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Frostbite wandered the frozen wasteland known as the Southern Ice-field searching for some form of dragon life that would take him in. The only things he brought with him when he left his home were his pet hedgehog Shadow and a small red blanket which he was using to shield himself from the frosty air. He was tired and hungry, but would not stop until he found his home. He was thinking about how nice it would be to have a nice bowl of hot deer soup when an extremely strong gust of wind swept away his blanket. The dragonet cried out as he chased down his blanket, but even after a couple of seconds the cold was beginning to become unbearable. He watched as it got tangled around the top branches of a pine tree, and he knew if he tried to fly up to get it the wind would blow him and his hedgehog away as if they were a piece of paper. He collapsed against the trunk of the tree, and curled up around his hedgehog, trying to keep it warm.
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"Is this yours, little fellow?" whispered FeatherTail as he held up the tiny dragons red blanket.
Frostbite quickly snatched the blanket out of FeatherTail's claws and wrapped it around him and his hedgehog.
FeatherTail chuckled at the small Nocturnes reaction, then asked in a calm voice, "Where is your mother? Or father?"
Frostbite made some hand motions that FeatherTail did not understand.
"I don't understand... I apologize... Can you not speak?" FeatherTail asked.
Frostbite nodded, and looked up at the tall Skydancer.
"Ahhhhh," FeatherTail whispered, "A mute."
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FeatherTail took Frostbite back to the clan, and helped warm him up. Brynn "randomly" figured out what the hand-motions Frostbite had been making meant, and told the clan his tale. Frostbite was adopted by FeatherTail, for the Skydancer had taken a liking to the little fella, and he raised him to be a strong, proud protector. Frostbite may not be able to talk, but just by looking into his eyes you know what he is trying to say. As he grew older, he outgrew his red blankie, but could not bare to part with it, so he turned it into the scarf he wears with his armor. His best friend is Lapis, and the two will always protect the clan; the only family they've truly known.
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