Silvertip Mountain Forbidden friendship
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*PPs Ton like a jerk*

As the days passed and Toothless grew more and more attached to Leader, its playful side began to slowly emerge. This evening, as the day's heat slowly dissipated and Leader relaxed before heading out for the night, Toothless flopped onto its back next to her tail, which it batted with its forepaws. Like a male lion with its young cub, Leader tolerated it but likewise ignored it, even when one of Toothless's tiny paws came crashing down on the tip, crushing it to the ground like a small, twitching bird.

Eventually, Leader rose and Toothless sprang after yet, only to be instructed—via nothing but a glance of murky brown eyes and a slight show of yellowed fangs—to stay here. Toothless pouted but obeyed immediately, falling back on its haunches and peering unhappily after Leader until she disappeared. Used to a life of solitude, Toothless didn't mind being alone, it just didn't like being left alone. It sat there and whined for a bit, then dropped to its belly and rolled onto its back with a great bout of squeaky grumbling.

It sprawled there for a long while, staring up at the moon, which looked so close here on the mountaintop. Then, without any kind of warning, it began to flop around like a dead fish. All four legs kicked, its tail whipped back and forth and it snapped its jaws, all as if grappling with an invisible assailant.

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