Forestclaw

Forestclaw's always been the observant one. He knew his prey more than he knew himself. He indulged in hunting small prey, but he never had a chance to hunt for a bigger animals. He always had that smirk on his face before his prey noticed their death.

The higher ranks noticed his passion for hunting, yet they weren't sure if he would be the right choice for this job because his problematic behaviour through his passion always gave him away and other dragons couldn't stand him. He didn't care about them knowing his value. Forestclaw knew exactly where he stood and didn't let anyone cross his way.

While he was carefree and playful, he often tended not to care about important things in his family, such as carrying their family name because he didn't care about royalty and "boring business things"(as he would say). He only wanted to hunt and be himself.

They didn't understand him in the beginning, as his father was stubborn and was way too strict to his own ways that he forgot about Forestclaw's wishes. Neither he would care what anyone else wants.

Forestclaw ran away from home one rainy night. His skin was wet, but that didn't stop him pursue his dreams: To hunt and to be rewarded by his own self by getting more and more excitement while hunting. He didn't care about high class orders in his country, he only wanted fun and to be respected for it.


Years passed and Forestclaw's family simply disappeared from the higher ranks. Nobody ever knew where they went and what happened to little Forestclaw.

One day, a strong coatl appeared before the door of the family that once existed. He lowered his head, and gently put away the letter he'd been holding all this time on the cold concrete.

He then left the place while slowly walking away.
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"Dear family,

I've become what I've always wanted to be. Thank you for everything you'd done for me. I will never forget those days that I spent with you. Even though I've never said it, now it is the time.

I miss you.

Sincerely,

Robin Hood "