After an unsuccessful attack on the prophecy dragons, Bamboo was at his tipping point. His own dragon's behavior wasn't making him feel any better. Especially that snippy Seawing. In fact, he didn't like any of them. They were the ones who joined him, and now he wished they hadn't. 

That Seawing, Trench, kept making clever little comments about everyone. 

The Skywing, Ferocity, kept growling and hissing at everyone.

The Mudwing, Mosquito, was overly annoying and flirty, and kept insisting that everyone start to call him Mozzie.

The Sandwing, Hunter, who has first been acceptable, was now becoming not acceptable.

Then there was that Leafwing who was supposed to come, but still hadn't bothered to show up yet. He also swore there was a Nightwing coming, but they didn't show up either.

"That was rude, as rude as a Rainwing can get." Trench glared at him, but he could still see the mischievous glint in her eye.

Bamboo didn't say anything in return, instead, he tried to brighten his red scales to look more visible in the darkness and opened his jaw slightly, just enough so she could see his fangs. He had always had more venom than usual Rainwings had, and now it seemed he would probally have to use it.

"Just for clarification..." Mosquito started, tapping his claws on the stone floor, as if trying to get everyone's attention, "When we take down the Queen Gator of the Mudwings... does that mean I get to be king? Heh, King Mosquito, I like the sound of that!"

"Oh right... wouldn't we take the thrones?" Hunter nodded.

Trench joined in, "Wait, then we'd be a tyrant... however Queen Trench does sound nice..."

Bamboo straightened up, "The dragons are already dissatisfied with their Queens, we would be  heroes." He said the last part a little dryly, we wouldn't count this rag-tag group as anything really. Let alone heroes.

"Still... wouldn't it seem odd that only some of the tribes get Kings, and some just get another Queen." Hunter said, briefly examining his barbed tail.

Ferocity sniffed, "Well we wouldn't be like them."

"Queen Ferocity... I can totally see that working out." Trench said sarcastically.

"Can you shut up for once?" The Skywing growled in return.

Bamboo claws worked the stone, "If we are to become the new Kings and Queens of our tribe..." he started, pinning each dragon with his gaze, "We must find worthy dragons from the other tribes... and get along, or else we are going no where."

Still in the back of his mind he was excited, King Bamboo, how delightful. However he would never truly show it.

"So we need an Icewing, Nightwing, Hivewing, and a Silkwing..." Hunter noted, "And we're still waiting on that Leafwing..."

"There's another, a Nightwing I believe." Bamboo said, flicking his tail.

"That hasn't come yet? What a surprise!" Trench said sarcastically.

"They will come, or else." Bamboo hissed, his scales keeping the slightly angry red.

Mosquito rolled his shoulders, "So we can just sit here, wait, wait some more anddddd starve."

"Mudwings always seem to think with their stomachs." Trench said bitter-sweetly, and Mosquito shot her a wounded look.

"Fine, go out and hunt." Bamboo flicked his tail, wanting to get rid of these dragons for the time being, "Just make sure you come back."

Or don't  He thought. Dragons are always replaceable. Always.