Rosie

{Rosie stands on her back legs, cuddling into your soft mane for a bit as a greeting}

Rosie had grew up in a small but wonderful pride who lived in a lush and beautiful valley. The king was kind and gentle and the lionesses where playful and friendly friendly. They often allowed traveling lionesses and lions stay with them till the next day or till they where fit and ready. One day a young lion showed up at their camp, asking for food and shelter. Of course the elder king had approved his stay but several of the pride elders did not see good in him. As night fell and the pride gave themselves to sleep, the young male did not; He plotted and waited till everyone's guard was down to make his move. The next morning the pride woke to screams of murder.
The kind old king and his heirs dead.
The young loin took over the pride, his reign nothing but pure misery.
The tyrant found out that aging Rosie had mated with an outside lion. Rosie ran for her life and her unborn children's lives, several other lionesses taking the advantage of the tyrant's turned back and ran also.
Rosie was old but fit and made it to a safe place and gave birth to her daughter in peace but knew she would die soon and so would her cub if she couldn't find a pride to tell them in. The cries of her cub where heard one day by a hunting party and they escorted the mother and babe to their king, who took them in and promised to care for her daughter as if she was his own.
Rosie now resides still the end of her day in an unnamed pride rule by a king named Zacharyah.