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@Apoalo Accepted!

Dreamseeker found herself becoming a little more flustered when the SandWing spread his wings, revealing their dark undersides. Yet, she stared, admiring them; they were almost as black as her scales, if not, just as dark. Luckily, the healer, Viper, broke her from her daze. Oh, right. They were hurt too, and the more she sat, the more pain rippled over her scales. She pressed her claws against a rather vicious cut on her chest and pulled it back to see that her claws were tainted a dark brownish-red. At least her wounds were mending over and she wasn't bleeding too heavily. She glanced at Eclipse and scanned over his form. He wasn't too injured either, she realized with relief. But that worried look in his eye... she ducked her head away, saddened by the sight of him.

The SandWing was named Aardwolf. Dreamseeker liked the sound of that name-- it felt rough, foreign in her mind, not like her brothers' names, Honorseeker and Bighorn, or short and simple like Eclipse and Skua. She returned Aardwolf's smile when he said that Skua would be fine, and she decided to settle on a pillow that was closest to Eclipse. "So, these Duneprowlers... you've met them before? Why are they roaming the kingdom and attacking other dragons?" Dreamseeker asked. From inside Aardwolf's mind, she caught glimpses of SandWings fighting among themselves, pained roars, and the splatter of blood against yellow sand. Her claws curled inwards.

"I thought Pyrrhia was peaceful. That all of the tribes were united and prosperous," Dreamseeker mumbled.
@Apoalo Awesome, come to the discord when you can~
@PrankFox Accepted~

@LetMeDoStuff Accepted!
@The Elvenqueen Eelpond is accepted!


I think @Apoalo said he wanted leader, but I'm not sure.

Also, if you haven't joined the discord, please make sure you do~
@savannahssu Someone asked for leader, so you can be deputy!

Dreamseeker moved out of the way so the SandWing could help Eclipse hold Skua up. She felt useless; her size definitely wasn't enough to help out Eclipse, and now all she did was follow them through the front gates, where some other SandWings leapt to their feet in alarm. The word from the first SandWing made them stand down, though, and they passed through without any incidents. She kept close to them as they slipped into a tent. Alarm struck her when she saw that they weren't the only dragons that were injured. Several other SandWings rested on the soft sands-- one of them had a slight tear in his wing, another had bandages wrapped around her throat. The dark-scaled SandWing seemed to be taking good care of them at least. Dreamseeker forced herself to relaxed as they ushered Skua deeper inside and laid him on the sand.

Dreamseeker glanced back up at the dragon with the black scales running down his neck. He was elaborately colored; never did she see so many colors on a SandWing before. She caught herself staring, almost mooning over his bright scales, before she flinched back as if she was struck. "O-o-oh, I'm sorry," she spluttered, finding herself flustered again. She felt the other dragons watching her and she shuffled her feet, glancing down at the floor. Her mother always told her it was impolite to stare-- but she was standing in front of a real life SandWing guard, with some of the most brightest scales she had ever seen. "Th-thanks for helping us... I'm Dreamseeker." She introduced herself before she motioned towards Eclipse and Skua with the wing that was least injured. "The black and red dragon is Eclipse, while t-the other is Skua. It's nice to meet you all."

Redleap




"And I'm Redleap," Redleap added to Spidernose's greeting. The smaller cat didn't seem threatening; his claws were sheathed, his head was low, and his neck was craned forward. It was somewhat strange to see a cat waltz up to their Clan borders like nothing, but what could a little tom cat do against three groomed warriors? She sat down, glancing over at Brambletail when he asked his question. That was another thing. Who had Wolf gotten his information from?

"I met a few strays where I came from. I guess word spreads quick?" Wolf shrugged.

Now that Redleap could see, he was also very scrawny. Not skinny, but not strong either. He must have been surviving on smaller bits of prey. She glanced over at Brambletail, flicking her tail. "We should take him back to Fernstar and ask her what she wants done with him," she suggested. Fernstar might turn the cat away, but who knew? She wasn't born in WillowClan, so that meant their leader wasn't keen on pushing cats away. Especially if they seemed able enough.
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