Strawberry

Strawberry fluffs his feathers, trying to make himself look just a bit more imposing to the family of three slightly intimidated tundra dragons. They were staring at his dad's imprisonment behind him, but he wanted to feel feared, just this once.

"So, that Lightweaver of yours said you could take this patch of forest without talking it over with us, eh?" He said with a single eyebrow raised. He wished he had a mirror to see how cool he looked.

"That's about the gist of it," The tundra wearing a wolf pelt sighed. "We didn't know anything about...." he gestured to the scene that had been blazed into Strawberry's mind since he was a hatchling.

"Hmph." Strawberry tosses his head. "Well that's all well and good for all you talon-lickers, you can pay Ol' Weavy for as much land as you'd like, but we ain't moving an inch off it. Even if we wanted to, my sisters and I are bound here by our dear old dad's curse. None of us can leave this forest, and we have to tell everyone he liked collecting noggins and decorating his lair with 'em."

"Well, that's fine, you can all just be part of our clan."

"W-wh..." Strawberry looked from bored face to determined face to slightly insulted face. "what, all of us? Me and my sisters and our cursebound dad?"

"Every single one of you." The youngest tundra sighed, adjusting his feathered cap. "Are you single, by the way? One of ours just had a bad breakup and he's looking for someone who fancies a bit of roughhousing."

"Of course I'm single." Strawberry blurted, and immediately regretted it. He meant to say 'of course I'm one for roughhousing' but first 'well I might be single, what's it to you?'. Why did he have to open his big fat mouth and make himself look desperate?

"Well, whether or not your sisters decide to join is up to them, I suppose," the smallest tundra said, walking up to Strawberry and offering a claw to shake. "The name's Butter, but I'll be the head of this section of the Patchwork Clan's territory, so you can call me Boss."

"I'll call you Butthead." Strawberry grumbled, ignoring the claw.

"Whatever makes you feel better about yourself." Butter shrugged and walked past him. Stawberry hunched his shoulders and flicked his tongue at Butter's retreating back. Oh, he'd join the clan, alright. And he was going to make this Buttheaded Boss's life a living hell while he was at it!

Dustfeather Sphinx

Familiar

It is not uncommon to see a Dustfeather Sphinx standing completely still. Don't mistake this for stoicism; it can use this unique stance to store energy to aid it in quick and relentless pursuit of prey.

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