Navystorm

"Such a small and insignifant Fae... What a better name would fit you than Whiff...?"

Born into a mirror pack it wasn't easy for Navystorm. His Fostermother despised him. Not only was he a Fae, but also a small one. To be frank he would have been kiled by her if his nest sibling Leaf hadn't took a liking to him. For she was Blood's favourite daughter she granted her wish. Leaf's loyalty for Whiff's life. He really did his best to fit in the pack. He learned hunting, even though he didn't eat meat and he learned how to fight far bigger dragons with his small size. But whatever he did, he never earned once the acknoledge of Blood or her pack.

As time went by he and Leaf would become very close. So it wasn't really surprising that when Blood decided to send Whiff away they sneaked out to never turn back. The escape wasn't easy and as they almost succeeded to reach the border to the Viridian Labyrinth Blood caught up with them.

Desperately he watched Blood taking Leaf down with ease. Without thinking he intervened before Leaf could be killed, but it was hopeless. How could he stand a chance against the fearsome warrior Blood? He fought the whole night unwilling to accept defeat but before it became morning he too would be defeated.

Before he fainted he barely recognised someone stopping Blood. When he awoke his body had changed. He felt the heat of the sun pulsating throughout his veins and the shine of the stars in his heart. Witnessing his fierce figh against Blood the Gladekeeper bestowed him a new name.

"With these navyblue wings I shall bring the storm upon my enemies"

Despite his small Size Navystorm has become a fierce fighter. Leaving most of the decisions to Forestleaf only a few Clanmembers know that Navystorm grasped the knowledge of the Stars and the power of the sun. Not fully able to comprehend it he hunts alone in the night trying to learn the power he gained.