Nebula

No one knows where he came from. No one even knew his name, but the stars across his wings gave the clan a name to call him. Nebula. Some call him "Prince of the Stars" and others call him "The Devourer of Worlds" but to most he is just Nebula, the sweet, nerdy, and gentle dragon who spends all of his time mapping the stars and singing softly to himself. Sometimes, if you wander into his cave late at night, you can find him drawing his fellow clans members by lantern light. During the day, you'll be hard-pressed to find him anywhere. He usually spends all of his time during the day sleeping, reading at the Light-Touched Library, or relaxing at the Light-Touched spa.

Night after night passed and he stayed in his tent, at his desk, listening to the world around him hum with the cool night air. He couldn't bring himself to leave, but he couldn't sleep either. He stayed awake until the sun rose in the sky and he fell asleep at his desk, pen in hand, papers strewn about, covered in ideas and notes for what his life could possibly be leading to.
After a month has passed, and the moon had made its rounds, Gremlocke went to look for the little Wildclaw in his tent. He walked in to find Nebula frantically reading through books on careers and different jobs that he could hold in the clan, making notes of what jobs seemed the most important. He was desperately trying to find a role he could fill. Something that would be needed.

"You have forgotten the most important thing, Neb." The massive imperial spoke softly.