Kk well this is my first story. I know no one will read this but I see it in everything else so I guess I will put it in? You know what I might as well make this useful...

So basically this takes place during the opening line in the first book. Seeing as Starflight is my favorite character, it's in third person but focuses on him. This is an alternate future where all Nightwings can read minds and tell the future and it starts at a certain age. Starflight's abilities just now kick in. This is also more violent then the origional series. Well, enjoy...

Starflight could hear Kestrel screaming at Clay from his ledge on the other side of the mountain. Next to him, Glory's figure snoozed throughout Kestrel's voice. It had to be something to do with Rainwings. How could any dragon sleep through this. Starflight's gaze shifted down to the scroll he was tossing amongst his talons. It was one of his go-to scrolls for boredom and/or anger. Living in a cave with 4 other dragonetts, all from a different tribe, could be stressful. Not to mention the three other fully grown dragons. While he was deep in his thoughts, Sunny stumbled into the cave.

"Yeah?" Starflight asked quietly, careful not to wake Glory.

"I wanted to stay in here in case, you know, kestrel...," she didn't have to say anymore.

Starflight knew what she meant. Sunny was only able to walk a few more steps when large footsteps bounded over to the cave Starflight was in. On instinct, he dove in a shady corner for camouflage. Kestrel's shape appeared at the mouth of the cave, a limp Clay in her arms. She threw him forward onto the floor.

"Rainwing!" she roared, "You're up next for battle training! Ten minutes!" The large skywing then stomped off.

Sunny bounded over to Clay with a worried expression on her face. Clay was bleeding from...a lot of wounds. Glory shuffled from up on her ledge.

"Who woke me up?" she muttered quietly, just loudly enough for everyone else to hear.

"K-Kestrel," replied Starflight, his voice shaking. Sunny let out a relieved gasp as Clay's eyes fluttered open.

"She said...no...fire or...ag-agressive clawing," Clay managed to sputter out. That was Clay. Not caring about his wounds.

"Maybe the scrolls have something," Starflight stated quietly.

"Starflight, now's not the time for scrolls," Sunny replied.

Starflight spared a quick glance at Glory's ledge, from which she stared down at the scene below. He could tell she was now fully awake. This wasn't uncommon, common actually. After battle training, all the dragons were thrown into the sleeping cave barely able to open their eyes. Glory fluttered down.

"Did Kestrel say something to me?" she asked, clearly not really caring what the answer would be.

"Battle training in ten minutes," Sunny shot over her shoulder. Glory yawned and stretched.

...

Glory limped into the cave, her body shuddering. Dune lumbered after her.

"Starflight, Seawing, study...now!" Dune shouted. Dune and Webs were the only two to call the dragonets by their names.

Tsunami groaned. She absolutely hated studying. Each time she had to read the same scrolls about the same subject over and over again. She glanced over at Starflight who was already at the mouth of the cave headed towards the library. She sighed and started after him.

When she got the the library, Starflight was already there flipping through scrolls on the shelves.

"I will never understand torn pieces of whatever that is can calm you," Tsunami told him.

"Scrolls hold important knowledge that we need to know to survive!" Starflight defended himself. Starflight continued to look for his favorite scroll "Tales of the Scorching". It contained various battles, diagrams, and all sorts of theories on the current war. All of which interested Starflight. Of course, he would never voluntarily fight in a war. Tsunami found a croner and stretched out.

"Aren't you going to study?" asked Starflight half expecting the answer. Tsunami's only response was to sharpen her claws on a nearby rock.

"Right...," Starflight muttered to himself. He sat down near the skylight in the roof and unrolled the scroll. He had read through this one many times.

"Look how sharp these claws are. Wait until I can tear them through Kestrel's wings!"

Starflight jerked his head up and looked around the library. He could've sworn he'd heard a voice.

"Something interesting happen in a scroll?" asked Tsunami, boredom present in her voice.

"Uh, no nothing," he replied quickly.

"Yeah right. I bet he figured out the Sandwing's scales can get even paler."

Starflight heard a voice again. Only louder. He hissed and put a hand on his head.

"What is wrong with him?"

Starflight yelped in pain and collapsed to the floor.

"Starflight?" asked Tsunami. She got up and approached him slowly.

"Probably stubbed his toe on a rock."

"ACK!" screamed Starflight.

"Shh, be quiet! Don't lure someone else here!" Tsunami hissed, although there was some worry in there.

Starflight gasped in pain as he tried to sit up. Tsunami knelt down beside him.

"He looks fine."

Starflight blacked out.

I know how I space my paragraphs is a little weird, but that's how I write. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this part. Next part will come soon. Hope you enjoyed.