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Amara's one and only, the flame that fired up her heart and kept her going on. Born 2/26/15.
Mother: Amara http://www.lioden.com/territory_lion.php?id=158509660000
4/1/15
This morning, Amara II lost her mother to a tragic hunting accident. Amara was there as her role-model bled out before her on the open plains, a wildebeest horn embedded in her white chest. Amara II has vowed to kill as many wildebeest as she can in her life, and adopted her mother's hedgehogs as her own, now. She hopes to follow in the pawprints of both her grandmother Lesedi, and mother Amara, in order to make them proud.
In a twisted glorification, the lead bull that killed her mother lays slain at Amara's paws, as he will for all eternity. His hide is a reminder of her loss and fury.
10/28/15
It was on Amara II's tenth birthday that she received the honor of becoming the first of a higher class of huntress. An elite lioness that was more ferocious and successful in a hunt than any ordinary huntress, while remaining beautiful all throughout the process. A Wyld Huntress. And she isn't just any Wyld Huntress, but a Lead Wyld Huntress. These lionesses are revered as much as High Queens, and sometimes even as much as Kings.
1/7/16
It had been ten years since her mother had been taken from her, and Amara II stood on the same spot she had. Her own young daughter, Amara III, stood with her, ebony and inferno coats blending in with the sunset skies. She looked over at her only daughter, her sole heir, like she to her mother, and her mother to her mother before her. "Amara." The old lioness rasped, looking at her daughter beside her. "Yes, mother?" The ebony coated lioness responded, her green eyes concerned. "I am going to die today." The lioness stated, as if it were an inevitable, everyday fact. "Mother! You can't just say something like that!" Her daughter screeched, eyes widening into moon-like orbs. Amara II shook her head. "I can and I will. I will wait right here until my mother comes to take me. I let her go here, and now, my precious, it is time for you to let me go here, too." She nuzzled Amara III, and licked away the tears that fell from her daughter's eyes. "But, Mom... I... how am I supposed to live up to your name? How am I going to become the next Lead Wyld Huntress? I... I'm not ready! I still need you!" Amara III's voice shook with pain, and she flattened her ears in fear.
The old lioness smiled sadly. "I was your age when my mother left me, too. And you will live up to /our/ name, Amara. Just as I did, and as my mother did. Remember Lesedi, and all she sacrificed for us. Remember my mother, who lived most of her life before having me, and died doing her duty. Remember me, who followed after her, becoming /my/ best before I had you, that way you could get the best start possible. But, most importantly, my sweet Amara, remember yourself, and that you can and always will do /your/ best. So what, if you aren't exactly like Lesedi, or Grandma, or me? You are like /you/, and that is what is important." She smiled, and nuzzled her daughter for one last time. Amara III nodded, tears still welling in her green eyes. "I will, Mother. Thank you. Goodbye. I'll miss you..."
Amara II smiled again, a pure smile. "Not goodbye. See you later." Her daughter dipped her head, and turned, walking sadly back towards the Pride's densite. The old lioness laid down, and looked up to the sky, which was starting to reveal stars. "I'm ready, mom..." She whispered, her eyes glassy.
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