Milk

Scarred and blinded by light dragons from their original clan, they fled far, eventually making it to the plague lands. They were still panicked, unsure how far they had flew, and getting startled when hearing an aberration roar while fighting another dragon. But the poor thing didn't know that. They fled quickly thinking it was a set of clanmates chasing them, and oh my.. the poor thing fell straight into the great cauldron of sickness. They were luckily pulled out swiftly but their scales had quickly changed, not that they could see it, but the dragon who helped them could. The dragon immediately provided aid and questioned the fae, but poor Milk was much too nervous. They simply clung to the stranger and whispered "Protect me from them, please". The dragon, though confused, obliged and brought them here, to their new clan.