Wisteria

You've got a couple kids. Well, kind of. Most of 'em are grown now. Actually, all of 'em are grown. Yo kind of prefer it this way. They look out for each other, and you look out for them. Sometimes they even return the favor - the first time Spodumene fixed you a cure for a rare monster-poison, you just about cried.
You're not one for pride - you've got your Charge, a little thing you took in from the cold while you were still on your own, and that's enough for you. Your clan was a happy accident, two nervous Spirals in pink and yellow swirls sliding up to you in the middle of the Snowsquall Tundra, and that's enough for you. Your clan grows and shrinks like the rising of the sun, like the beat of your own heart, and you watch over them, and you stand guard.
You mostly wander, these days. Every now and then someone will have a clutch, and the clan will settle down for longer, but, mostly, you wander the Sunbeam Ruins. You took your clan and fled from the Starfall Isles while you were still young, but the light suits you well. It suits your children - your clan's children - even better.
There is so much work to be done - so many young ones who need to be taught, and so many older ones who need to be reigned in, but you are all together, and you are all happy. That is more than enough for you.