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Means "grace" in Igbo
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Amara is Folami's younger half-sister, and considered gorgeous by most of the lionesses. Even Folami agrees Amara's quite pretty. She adores her older brother, and almost always trails at his paws. But when she isn't following around Folami, she frolics with her adoptive Fennec Fox sister, Asha (seen on Lesedi's page).
3/11/15
Amara has had a profitable life in the Naomi Pride, and now, she is nearly 14 years old. Although she could retire, she refuses to, and will stay by Abimbola's side until death. Her niece of sorts is only slightly older than she, and the two are very close. Amara has finally born a daughter, not James', but nonetheless gorgeous. She will be a Lead Huntress like her mom, and Amara has fulfilled her mom Lesedi's legacy as the best Lead Huntress in the entire pride. Amara may even surpass her mother, but it is all for Lesedi.
4/1/15
It seemed like just a normal early morning hunting trip. Amara was out with Amara II in the shrublands, and Abimbola was with Gold and Marmalade in the grasslands. Both splinter groups located a wildebeest herd, as they had the past week. They singled out a target, and began the hunt.
Except this time, the wildebeest would have revenge. Amara and Abimbola were older, achy and the like, but they refused to retire. And the lead male wildebeest targeted the fiery pelted Amara as she charged for his sickly daughter.
Before she even knew what was happening, Amara was flung into the air by the wildebeest's powerful horns. She landed awkwardly on her side, bleeding and bruised from his horns and the impact. Her daughter rushed forwards to defend her, while Marmalade and Abimbola kept the herd at bay. Gold had raced off to get reinforcements. Amara was breathing hard, and struggled to get to her feet. Her inferno-coated daughter helped her, supporting her weight. "Mom..." Amara shook her head. "Don't."
The bull was approaching again, tired of loosing his herd members to this pride. He stomped, and charged towards the wounded fiery one. Marmalade leapt at him, slicing across his back right leg. He pushed through the pain, and found himself locked in battle with all four lionesses. Amara, his target, was by his front, clawing at his throat and face as the others struggled to restrain him. As Amara felt him weakening, he gave one unexpected stab upwards, and his horn plunged into her chest.
She roared with pain, struggling to get herself off his horn. But he was dead now, and Abimbola helped her pull it out. Amara was bleeding profusely, and had wheezing, laboured breathing. Amara II and Marmalade went to lift her, but Amara shook her head no. "It'll only make it worse." She rasped. Abimbola frowned. The herd was approaching, furious at the loss of their leader. "We have to keep them back." The Princess declared, snarling. Marmalade nodded. "Until James can get here."
But James wouldn't make it on time. Amara knew it in her dying heart.
And he didn't. While the other three fended off the wildebeests from her, Amara went to sleep, and slowly her heart stopped, the blood still dripping from her stab wound. James arrived with Gold, Jocelyn, Silvi, Karma and Cherry, moments after Amara left the earth. The mighty King of the Naomi Pride chased off the herd, taking down a wildebeest or two with his reinforcements, but Jocelyn could do nothing for Amara as her only daughter laid and wept there. And James lost his best huntress to their prey.
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