“This, is Fernclan. It’s twelve days North of hopelessness, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It’s located solidly on the meridian of misery. My clan. In a word, sturdy. It’s been here for many generations, yet every den is new. We have battling, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, while most clans have ticks, or flees... we have...” “D r a g o n s.” “Most cats would leave. Not us. We’re warriors. We have- stubborness issues... My name’s Maggotpaw. Great name, I know. But it’s not the worst. Queens believe a hideous name will frighten off- *things*. Like our charming warrior demeanor wouldn’t do that.” “Meet the neighbors... Woodenclaw, our local healer...” “What are you doing out?!” “Burntpad...” “Get back inside!” “Birdsong, our healer...” “Get inside!” “Maggotpaw?-What are you doing out?! Get back inside!” “That’s Broadstar. Leader of the clan. They say when he was a kit, he popped a dragon’s head clean off of it’s shoulders. Do I believe it?” “Yes I do.” “What have we got?” “Nadders, Gronckles, Zipplebacks. And Oh, Woodenclaw said he saw a Monstrous Nightmare.” “Any Night Furies?” “None so far.” “Good.” “Hoist the torches!” “Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off.” “Who me? Nah, come on! I’m way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn’t know what to do with all *this*.” “They’d need toothpicks, don’t they?” “The meathead with attitude and interchangeable limbs is Metaltail- Our deputy. I’ve been his apprentice since I was little. Well, littler.” “We move to the lower defenses. Load the catapults.” “Fire!” “See? Old clan- lots, and lots, of new dens...” “Oh, and that’s Fishpaw, Slashpaw, the twins, Twigpaw and Figpaw, and...” “Seapaw~” “Their job is so much cooler.” “Ah, c’mon, let me out, please. I need to make my mark!” “Ah, you’ve already made your mark, all in the wrong places!” “Please, just two minutes! My life will get instantly better!” “You can’t fight, Maggotpaw.” “This will fight for me-“ “I don’t want to hear it. See, now this here is what I’m talking about.” “Maggotpaw. If you ever want to get out there and fight dragons, you need to stop all- *this*.” “But you just gesgered to all of me!” “Exactly.” “Ohhh.” “Ohhhhhh yes.” “You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw warriorness contained. There will be consequences!” “I’ll take my chances. Moss. Gathering. Now.” “One day, I’ll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here.” I’ll add more soon ):D
