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Arimathea, a Lioness dead to the Lord.
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The day Arimathea was born was hell. She was born during the winter, an odd time you might say. The moment her mother saw the feathery like mane she immediately orphaned the lioness, leaving her out exposed in the bitter cold. No lion or lioness wanted to be near her and mothers told their kits to stay away from the mutated creature. If it wasn't for a brave young Nursery Queen named Aryeh she wouldn't of made it for even a second. Arimatheas father and king of the pride, Bayhas did not like this idea and wanted to kill his own offspring but Aryeh offered to do extra work for the pride to keep the cub until 5 months of age. She offered hard work in the nursery grove, helped with the medicine cats went on hunting trips she also went on patrol duty but once Arimathea reached 5 months of age Aryeh was to be killed for helping a convict. Arimatheas mother the queen of her pride, was the one who decided. For the queen was a jealous broad. Arimathea didn't know any of this though, and was never to be told. Time passed quickly and Arimathea was to be 5 months by moon fall. Aryeh gathered some extra herbs, food and wrapped them up in some big leaves for the big trip. Once Arimathea awoken Aryeh immediately rushed Arimathea out of the prides way. She told the young cub to carry the leaf in her mouth, she did as she was told. Aryeh bit into Arimatheas neck folds and started running off. Once Aryeh found a watering hole she dug a hole for the young cub to hide in if danger where to come. She made Arimathea swore that she would survive and do the right choices in her life and to find a loving pride. Arimathea didn't know how to respond to such a promise but she told Aryeh she promised. Aryeh fled never to come back and Arimathea waited and waited. She got out of the burrow to get some water but there he was- a giant golden lion. The sun reflected off of him was almost blinding. The king looked down at the young cub and made a curious face. She stood up bravely to the heir and puffed out her fluffy chest and lot out a loud yowl. The king, fossa, laughed at the young cub and asked her where her mother was. Arimathea told him she hadn't known what happened or why she was forced to come here, she also told him that her father and mother didn't want her either. Fossa looked sadly at the confused cub and told her she was coming with him. So curiously she followed Fossa to his territory. She asked Fossa what his pride named was, he responded "Tribe of the fallen cubs. I take in any unwanted cubs into my pride. I have a heart for everyone, my young princess." Arimathea looked up at him. Next thing she knew there was a bunch of lions, lionesses and cubs all playing together in a beautiful territory. She was stunned. 3 years had passed and she knew she had fulfilled her promise to her foster mother. Fossa comes home one day with a young male cub, his name was Myrh. Arimathea got up and went to go see this "Myrh" and she licked his nose. Myrh purred loudly. Fossa kept on walking to his den and had told Arimathea that Myrh will not be seen for another 3 years. She looked disappointingly at her king but she knew that Fossa was training Myrh to be the next king of Tribe of the fallen cubs. Finally three years had passed and Fossa had died of old age. Myrh came out of the den to announce his new rank of the tribe. Arimathea was stunned by his beautiful coat and markings and she wanted to be his queen, she knew she was 3 years older than him though. Every day she worked hard to try and impress Myrh and succeeded. They both liked each other, it was obvious. Once wet season had came Myrh chose Arimathea to be his mate (of course he mated with other lioness to get his genes out there but Arimathea was his queen.) Arimathea has four beautiful princess now. Two Royal Princess and two younger princess who were born not to long ago.
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