Draconic Weirdness [🐟]

                                    

                                          
(I'm gonna just make a chart of Sueitis disease so you know why I don't kill off some of the cats in these stories)
(Stage 1) 0-25% = Can be saved. 
(Stage 2) 26-40% = Needs to be quarantined but still can be saved.
(Stage 3) 41-59% = Halfway gone, needs immense quarantine and rehab, 50% chance of going back to normal.
(Stage 4) 60-100% = Exterminate. Immediately. No exceptions.
(Sueitis is only transmitted by interacting with an infected for too long as it influences and eventually takes over the hosts brain. It is not transmitted by blood.)
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{Mary Sue Type: Neutrality Sue}
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The forest air was alive with the sounds of leaves rustling in the cool evening breeze, birdsong scattered across the sky and the occasional thumps of prey scampering about the forest floor.
The cool, soothing sound of flowing water calmed her restless spirit. Today had been a long and demanding day, much like every other in the lifeworld of the clans outside of her home dimension. 
Little did she know, a rather unique encounter awaited her by the water's edge.
As she padded softly along the path, Creek Shade caught a glimpse of something unusual—a figure hunched over beneath a tall pine tree, its breath catching in ragged, broken sobs. 
Creek Shade knew she had to focus on the task at hand; eliminate a Mary Sue in this dimension before the disease spread to the entirety of this dimension. Yet, the sobs of the creature beneath the tree was enough to wrench her heartstrings.
Approaching cautiously, the she-cat soon found a tom beneath the pine tree. His sleek brown fur was matted with dampness, and his eyes shimmered with unspilled tears; tears showing confidence that had been crushed beneath the weight of despair.
"Hello?" Creek Shade ventured softly, unsure if he even heard her over the sound of his own sorrow. "Excuse me, are you alright there? What's wrong?"
He lifted his head, revealing a face streaked with fur slick from the droplets of the forest. "Who.. who are you?" he whimpered, disbelief in his voice as his heartache washed over him like a crashing tide. "What are you doing here so close to FlaxClan?"
"Who I am isn't important; I was just taking a walk by the river," she replied, tilting her head with genuine concern. "But you look like you need someone to talk to." With that, she settled next to him, hoping to offer some comfort.
The brown tom struggled to stop the flow of his emotions, his tensed body language showing that his dignity had earlier been stripped away. "What's your name?" Creek Shade murmured softly, using a wing to rub his back.
"I... I don't know," he whispered, his eyes, which were the colour of sunlit ice, clouded over with more tears threatening to spill over any minute now. Creek Shade gave him a baffled stare. "What do you mean you don't know?"
"The clan- no, she used to call me Handsomeheart, but now she and her friends call me things like.. like.. Uglyface, Stupidhead..." The brown tom choked back a sob. The grey and white cryptid felt her skin crawl. 
She had found exactly what she was looking for, but was it too late?
"Well, you don't look ugly," she murmured softly, gently rubbing his back with her starboard wing to soothe him a little further. "How about I call you Spottedfrost? Your pelt is spotted and your eyes are like sunlit frost."
"Spottedfrost..." The tom rolled the name on his tongue, testing it out. A small smile crept up his lips. "I.. I like it. It's sounds so pretty and.. well, normal."