Fraggle (of the rock)
Motto: "Dance your cares away, worries for another day."
Other types' Comments on the Fraggle:
"We are all fraggles! Can I have my tambourine back now?"
Main rock clan: Lower Fraggle Rock
Clan Sizes: Large (1000-2000)
Under: (fluctuating) Canada, the USA, England, with pocket clans all over the world.
Height: (Historically) Varied (Now) Medium
Muzzle: (Historically) Varied (Now) Medium to rounded
Swimming: Loved, but not needed.
Talent: Song and dance.
The oldest and first of all their kind. While the rock fraggle are without question a sub-genus onto themselves all their cousins will answer to being called 'fraggle' as well, and often use it as a surname. (This is because their myths claim that two fraggles were the mother and father of all, making everyone even now one huge family)
The term fraggle is a mix of the word fragment (of rock. Once pronounced differently before the discovery of human languages) and "Ggle" (a very old part of fraggle speech meaning simply 'people' or 'folk'). It is said that long ago wars stopped the use of the simple Ggle for all and broke the once giant clan into the Rock, River, Wind, Sun, Ocean and Ice folk known of today.
The fraggles of the rock are living embodiments of everything that makes their kind cheerful, silly, thoughtful, and sometimes serious. They are well known for giving their all in everything they do without thinking very far ahead and living in the moment. This sort of thinking, while good for singing, dance and games, got their kind into many battles in the Times Best Forgotten. Starting at the age of the Fraggle Wars shortly after the disappearance of the great leader, Blundig , and running until the days just after the fall of Camilion , these times are said to have been learned from too well, and are no longer taught in most fraggle month schools.
All fraggles were once bald, and their love of hats is a reminder of those times when they could easily freeze in the lower cave winters without one. When hair did first began to grow all shared the same white or silver colors only for a generation before mutating into the rainbow hair and tail tuffs common today. This brief time, called the "White Age", filled with it's constant danger from the other creatures of the many rocks is still seen by their storytellers as a time of glory. (The Elder Clan Adventures and The Golden Apple Chronicles, a myth and epic poem telling of the last Princess of All, Gwenalot, and the fall of Camilion, are set in this period).