FireStorm

FireStorm was gifted to the nature clan to cement peace between the Plague clan and Nature clan. FireStorm arrived at the clan with an adventurous twinkle in his eyes and a cheeky grin on his face. He immediately went up to the Bestiary pen and began fighting with the Rosaline Strangler. Deathwind immediately separated the two saving both from any permanent damage. Leaona stepped into the Bestiary holding pens at that moment, after quickly looking at the situation she stated, "Let them be together, they will be a team now." Leaona then exited to another part of the cave. Deathwind looked at both mischievous young-lings, shook her head, and then locked them both in the same enclosure together. Neither of the youths understood what had just happened but immediately turned to vanquishing the other. When Deathwind returned to check on the young-lings she found them with numerous scratches, cuts, and bites covering each of their bodies...but twining together in sleep. She quickly backed away from the sleeping youths wondering how Leaona knew that this would happen.



Firestorm was that hatchling that didn't ask why not. He instead did what he was told not to do. "Don't try to fly off the tree into straight line winds. Go in at an angle with your head tipped down and eyes closed." Two broken wings later, bad wrench in his neck, and a lack of site for two weeks provided the answer for him. FireStorm's adventures did not end with his youth, in fact they carried on into his adult life.

Many of the clan thought him hard headed or obstinate at best...the majoriy just believed he was reckless. True taking on a whole clan of corpse cleaners for his first taste of battle wasn't what he was told to do...but.