To Sail a Ship 2

This is an upcoming fanfic, by Mackenzie209. This is a sequel to To Sail a Ship. Work in progress. . . >:D
==Prologue==
Shippy flapped along the Diamond Spray River, trailing his claws in the crystal-clear water.
He stared ahead, his mind sweeping the area, finding a faint muttering. He accelerated, angling his wings to go faster.
Shippy cocked his head to the right. . . left. . . right. . . left. . . and suddenly spread his wings to stop. Two dragons. . . together.
==Chapter One==
Shippy gouged into the two dragon's minds before he even identified their tribes.
Both male.
A Sandwing.
And. . .
Shippy tumbled into the rivier in surprise and anxiety on how he would make this ship work.
A MudWing.
How was this supposed to work? Shippy flailed out the water, spluttering and coughing. The SandWing looked up in surprise.
Wow, is that Moon? No, it's not, That NightWing's male. But he also has those teardrop scales next to his eyes. Is he a mind reader?! I read a scroll about The Darkstalker. He's scary. But wasn't Darkstalker more regal and commanding? I can't remember. Careful, Qibli. He has a sort of romance-y look on him. Is that weird? Definately so. Qibli, he could be a mind reader! Stop thinking about all the Outclaw secrets-
Shippy moaned and clutched his head. This SandWing's torrent of thoughts were jumping from place to place, and subconsiously and cautiously still trying to figure him out.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he reads minds. What's his name? Kissy-Snout?
Shippy collapsed on the ground, his own brain reflecting out on this SandWing Qibli's thoughts.
But who was the MudWing? The last trail of thought from Qibli faded away, and Shippy heard the smallish MudWing think,
Wow, he's gorgeous.
And it was directed at Shippy.
==Chapter Two==
Shippy was stalking the pair of dragons. Not that he was a stalker. . . Was he?
"Hey Qibli?"
"Yes? Is something wrong?"
"Who was that gorg-Weird NightWing back there?"
Qibli stopped for a moment. "I don't know." Kissy-Snout is most likely a bad name. What about. . . What are those things? Ships? Let's call him Shipper.
"What do you think his name is?" Umber asked.
"Let's call him. . . Shipper?"
"That sounds weird," Replied Umber. "How about. . . Shippy?"
At the mention of his name, Shippy unexpectedly tumbled out of the tree, clutching a bird that he was about to eat.
And then he hit his head, and everything faded away.
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Shippy groaned. And he sat up, rubbing his horns and head.
Everything hurt. He spread out his wings, and found nothing hurt. His limbs were fine. Then he knew what was missing.
His mind-reading ability. Shippy panicked, and rushed out of the cave. Nobody around. He sighed in relief.
He could still read minds, but no one was around to listen to.
WIP
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