Momoka

Name: Momo
Friendly/Talkative/Cunning


Quote: What's done is done.

Position: Candle maker

Personality: A friendly and welcoming drake, he is happiest chatting with others and trading rumors, he is talkative yet each word is weighed and deemed harmless before he says it. he is highly intelligent and plans out his moves carefully before making a move.

Quirks: scars

Background: A crowded room, disgruntled drakes, big talk and no claws; honestly he was disappointed with the drakes of the clan. many of them complained that they could no longer do as they pleased under Shadow's rule and Hawkfire, though he adored her, was too tame to do anything about their eldest cubs, he didn't wish them dead, but something had to be done with untrained rulers. shadowpelt was unfortunately highly intelligent and seemed to know his plans long before Momo could do anything and so he discarded many plans.
A small group came together and planned, Momo felt poorly for leaving Hawkfire alone and knew she was seeing herself as more and more of a trinket and a plaything, but he had to plan carefully to get past Shadow and Twilight. his claws itched to do something, anything that would help tip the odds in their favor, but had seen too many fall to brazen acts.

He sighed "Your plan will never work." he growled.
"What'd ya mean?" the young drake growled.
"Patience will serve you better and make your plans sound." Momo explained.
"Your mate is their mother." the younger snarled.
"Yup and she's a sweet thing." he smiled then more seriously "I can help you."
"Fine."

So it began....
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Momoka had started staying out late, planning and fine tuning ideas until dawn broke the horizon, he knew Hawkfire worried over him yet he still did not pause to ease her concerns. he should have felt bad for leaving her trapped in that castle all day with Shadowpelt and the three's lovers particularly knowing how uneasy Mitne made her. Momoka comforted himself thinking he was doing nothing more than offering advice to the warriors since he himself was a retired warrior and this lot would help him free the innocent hatchlings.
When she found him with dragons talking of rebellions and uprisings she felt her blood run cold as they looked at her. Hawkfire had never been one of the best fighters in the clan, a talented one yes, but even she had her limits and she knew it; pinned by two large males she put up a token fuss, but knew she would not get free.

"Love, you should be at our den." Momo said softly as he stood before her.
"I worried over you!" she spat turning her head away "I see it was misplaced since you let these brutes manhandle me."
Momo sighed "Hawkfire... we can't keep on like this, we both know..."
"I won't kill them." she said firmly "They may be misguided, but they care for the clan. You don't hear Shadow's fears or Twilight's laments! Night's boasts about the warriors!"
Momo and the others shifted a bit uncomfortably "But you won't tell them of us?" someone asked.
"Of what? a bunch of drunk dragons reminiscing on the past, no I'll not bore them!"
Momo smiled "Maybe you'll help us? Their hatchlings could prove useful and ours could use a good home." he tempted "Help me secret them from the clan and to new dens."
Hawkfire scowled at them all, but nodded "That I can do."