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[BirdNut]

I scared Duckeroni away with my ruthless thread-killing...

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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There, there.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

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So you're a polar duck?

sure

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

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Rain's awesome. Not as awesome as BYC, but pretty close.

Yes indeed.

Fear was in the dank cave at the Black Dragon Clan, speaking to an unfamiliar voice, whose speaker cast an enormous shadow on the wall. "Passs on my legacy-" coughed the dragon. "You will not be disappointed, father, you won't." said Fear. "I leave you with," his father said with a wheeze, "Access... access to the kingdom; I feel the time is finally appropriate." Fear smirked, "Thank you father, I will take good care of it in your absence." "Farewell, Fear." The dragon disappeared in a cloud of black.

"Fear, your highness," said a dragon, as he bowed his head in submissive greeting when he entered the room. Fear turned from what once was his father, "What is it?" he asked in an irritated tone. "I've-" he stammered in intimidation, "I witnessed a shapeshifter." "A shapeshifter!" exclaimed Fear in suprise, his face immediately melting into a greedy smirk, "You know what this means, don't you...?" He cackled slightly.

Jasper returned to the cave in time to hear the end of the conversation "I too have seen it"

 

[BirdNut]

Godric noiselessly slithered down the side of the mountain, using the claws on his wing bends to aid in his agility. Clinging to only the largest rocks as to prevent a long tumble, he slunk down to the base of the mountain and lastly crept to the dew-coated shore of the lake, his jade scales blending into the swaying grasses.

Gracefully, the Heron descended downward, landing with but a mere tap in the water as her feet sank to the cushioned, mossy floor. "What are you doing here?" hissed Godric. She turned and cocked her head with a rather frazzled expression, "Oh, I-I'm sorry for disturbing you, I was just-" "Just what?" Godric grumbled impatiently as he stood up and wrenched his claws into the moist soil beneath, "Spying?" "No, I was practicing my magics is all!" she defended. "For what? To destroy this clan, like all of the Jade lindorms? Get lost, your kin is not welcome here. Go on." "But, I... I can't help what my ancestors did. I am terribly sorry that they did that to you." she stammered, with a pleading look in her eyes. He bit his tongue, "I'm sorry I snapped, it's just that-- I've had some bad experiences with shapeshifting dragons." he said, beginning to turn away, "You can stay, excuse my intrusion." She breathed a sigh, and she helplessly and guiltfully watched him; he was so traumatized. "I'm Godric; you can come to SparkClan if you need a place to go. It's probably best that you try to blend in with the others." he changed the subject, "Thank you," she murmured quietly, "Oh-- and you can call me Gloria." she added. Godric nodded briskly, and then he too breathed a sigh, before turning and flying back up to SparkClan. Gloria thoughtfully watched through the Heron's vibrant yellow eyes.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jasper's eyes narrowed from the top of the black mountain

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

G'nevia landed in the middle of camp from a flight. She brought back a grizzly bear for dinner.

 

[BirdNut]

The Heron flew to the side of the mountain and inconspicuously walked behind a rock. Her eyes oddly glinted, and her eathers began splitting from the quills into fur, her beak widening, softening, and donning a black tip that became a small nose. When she came out from behind it, she was a wolf. She figured that would help her keep a low profile as she quietly got a closer look at the clan. Stalking up the mountain and sniffing, she knelt down when she reached the top of the mountain.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

I'm goin to bed, night!

 

[BirdNut]

Fear was laying at the very edge of the plateau, speaking with a little hatchling. "We want that wolf over there," he pointed a blade-reminiscent claw to the gray speck on SparkClan's mountain, "She is a shapeshifter. Work your charm, and bring her over for a visit, alright?" he smirked. "Yes, sir." she said briiskly before departing.

The little black dragon, with vibrant stripes of flourescent green and decorative frills lining her back, landed noiselessly behind Gloria. "Don't go in there!" she warned, "They are not nearly as nice as they look. They gave me this!" she shrieked in a hushed tone, then pointed a claw to a long scar down the length of her shoulder, "That's terrible!" Gloria responded. "I-I won't go there..." she said, following with a sigh, "But what clan did you come from? Maybe I can join there instead?" she added hopefully. "Follow me!" said the little dragon, and she began flapping her tiny green wings toward the Black Dragons' cove. Gloria took the form of the Heron to follow.

G'Tallok awoke with a yawn, "Hey! There's that wierd Heron again-- Wait a minute, she's being escorted somewhere by one of those black dragons!" she said with a growl and a snort of smoke. She shuffled to her feet an dove off of the mountain, slowly tilting her wide, buzzard-like wings as she advanced toward the two. The little black dragon swiveled her head around to see another dragon, Giselle, gaining on them quickly. "Drat," she murmured petulantly.