[Your a icewing Btw]

You woke up with a start, the horrid smell of ash filling your nose. Your body ached form being man-handled by a bunch of Nightwings, a big Dragon, Morrowseer, had taken you from your safe and comfortable home in the Talons Of Peace, shooting you with some dart that knocked you out cold, you felt dizzy and you got to your talons, the ground rough and dry.

Glancing around, you see a cluster of colors a bit away, all hissing crude words at you. Once your vision cleared you saw a odd group of dragons.

A bitter looking Skywing and Sandwing, who if looks could kill, the whole cave would be dead.
A small shaky green Seawing who was muttering on how odd you looked to a Bulky Brown Mudwing. A small Purple Nightwing lowered infront of you with a smile, checking if you where okay.

"Hi there! Are you okay?" She asked, tail raised with interest as she helped you stand.

"You look like your about to puke." the skywing Sneered from the sidlines.