(A)Rebellatrix

Died 12/21/14
31% fertility
Latin for Rebel


Rebellatrix leaned over the water intently, her reflection staring back at her. It was a sunny day and she could see herself crystal clear. Her eyes took in everything, scanning over her fur, her marks, her teeth, looking for any sort of blemish or dirt. This was a daily habit of hers. She knew she was pretty, knew she was desired. She knew this from the Bickering that had taken place between Solveiga and the king of her old pride. They had snarled and growled at each other for hours over the price for her. She wasn't sure what they agreed on, but she knew she saw gold beetles exchange paws, and that in and of itself was a big deal.

She smirked and nodded to her reflection. Yes, she was beautiful and she knew it and everyone else knew it. There might not be much else to her, but so what? Beauty was all that mattered. So what if she didn't know how to hunt that well? She didn't want to risk getting her coat bloodied anyways.

"Belle, belle, belle!"

She turned from her reflection and saw a hoard of cubs from the pride rushing towards her. She smiled and steeled herself for impact, but they still knocked her onto her side. They licked her and climbed all over her, all talking at once as she laughed and attempted to get up.

"Alright, alright, calm down you guys," she said, shaking out her coat once she was back on all fours. "What's on the agenda today?"

"We were hoping you'd wanna play with us!" the eldest cub said. The rest nodded and looked to her eagerly. "There's a flock of birds down the way we could chase!"

She pretended to give it some thought, then burst into a run. "The last one there's a warthog!" she called over her shoulder. The cubs laughed and chased after her, ready for a day of fun.