Albert
Lying against the cold stone, the dual headed nightwing slept. At least presumably it was asleep, their dark color patterns allowed them to blend near perfectly with the darkness of the cavern. It appeared nobody often entered this cave, so they took it as their own, claiming it as home for now. Disgrace lay with her head over Deformity's, each of them dreaming up a storm in their minds, occasionally kicking or twitching in the process as if running or playing around in their dreams. Long thin wings stayed splayed out across the stone, star speckled patterns hidden underneath, that was until they rolled over onto their side with the deep rumble of a groan, wings following the same and exposing the freckled stars across the membrane of the wings. Despite their wings being on the larger side, almost skywing sized, it was not enough to hold the weight of their body, the general width of the wing not enough compared to length. 
Scars littered their body, tearing through previously pristine scales which had been groomed often to keep clean and untouched. Thats what happens when you get into fights over the years they supposed, what much could they do besides defend themselves whenever necessary?
Stephen
Btw you can ping if needed.
David
He had been monitoring his flock, when he noticed one of them had gone off course and down into the forest, without any warning. Calling out to the flock to take a rest and hang out on top of the trees, he quickly dived down to where he saw the hawk last. He grunted as the trees were quite dense, but once he got through the top layer there wasn't much light that rested on the ground floor. He didn't mind though, as he began to call out for the missing hawk. He fluttered his wings, before tucking them into his back. He took a few steps around, continuing to call for the bird, before approaching the mouth of the cave. He peeked in, but didn't do too much. He wasn't expecting anyone to be this deep in the forest anyways. He sighed, knowing the hawk most likely got injured or was hunting prey. Pacing around in front of the cave's mouth, he then sat down and began to patiently wait. He was sure they'd come to his location when they were ready. His back faced the cave, as he kept himself busy by sorting the small sticks underneath himself into different groups. 
He himself had beautiful brown and orange scales, that had a somewhat rustic look to it, and he was especially buff looking. His gaze remained looking outwards, so his eyes weren't visible yet.