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A warm breeze cuts through the rocks, howling like the wolves that roam the golden arid desert in packs. Tucked away in one of the many caves that peak out of the butte the Pride of Buziba call home a lioness gives birth. Alone she struggles in the back of the small cave, away from the scorching rays of the african sun. Shunned by her Pide's leader she prays that her cub will help her to win back her King's favor. Outside of the cave a silver lioness lies in the sunlight, basking in the warmth, waiting for the cubs to be born. She's only there to fullfil her duties as an elder and inform the King about the cubs once they're born. Unlike the lioness in labor,
High pitch cries from within the darkness brings the elder to her paws as she squintxs into the cave, It takes a moment for the silver lioness's eyes to adjust to the sudden change of light but once they do they land on the fellow albino lioness whose body is curled around a small squirming cub, its coat is as white as its mother yet unlike her it doesn't have her maroon coat, at least not now. "Have you chosedn a name?" The elder asks as it steps into the cave, her head bowed in respect for the queen as she sniffs the cub. "A girl?" she asks as she meets the newly mother's eyes. The mother's green eyes flicker to the cub for a thoughtful moment. Her whiskers twitch slightly as she thinks of the perfect name. A deep purr vibrates the mother's chest as her eyes flicker to the elder. "Amada." She says proudly. The elder gazes into the mother's eyes, searching for something within their green depths before she takes one last look at the newest adition to the pride. "Amada it is."
Tall golden grass travels high above Amada's head as she crouches low to the ground, her stomach brushing against the dry earth beneath her. "Ama! Like THIS!" Ahead of the cub a blue tail lashes side-to-side, flickering flies that come too close to it. Blazing blue eyes look back at the white furred cub. "Keep your butt low, okay?" A scuff escapes Amada as she rolls her green eyes and sits back onto her bottom, she's had enough of the cocky cub's leason on hunting and wouldn't hear another critic about her posture. The grass is still too big for the cub to see past but she knows that her pride is nearby from the Queens' gossip that travels through the wind and into her ear. There voices bring a comfort to the cub as she confronts her half-sister before her. Sitting up the blue cub turns towards Amada, her head blocks the sunlight for a brief second, casting a shadow to fall over the white cub before she sits down. Her blue eyes blaze with fury and the tension is high between the two cubs.
"Isleen! Amada! Wait up!" another's voice causes the two sisters to break their gaze from each other and look behind Amada as the grass is cut by the clumsy footing of a third cub. Tumbling through the thick grass a five month old cub pants, her eyes flickering back and forth from the two older cubs. "Kenna, who said you can join us?" Amada spats out at her other sister, from behind her she can her the grass rustle as Isleen stands up to join her at her side. "This is for the older cubs, not you," The harsh cub hisses. Flinching Kenna steps back hesitantly. "But there's no one else to play with..." she whispers quietly, nervous of what her two older sisters will do to her. Amada's eyes narrow on her younger sister, her mind flooding with insults but before any of them can pass her lips her mother's voice calls to her, "Amada!"
"What's wrong with your face?" Isleen asks, her voice worst than the sound of the mocking laughter of a hyena. Annoyed Amada lashes back, "What's wrong with your face?" she sneers as her eyes narror on some movement in the distance. She's in a hunter crouch, her body low to the ground, her muscles tense, and her eyes sharp as she searches for prey hidding in the brushes in the distance. Her sister sits a few tail length's behind her, hidding in the shade of the old tree they used to climb as cubs .Above them the sky is set ablaze by the setting sun, casting warm red and orange light to fall on the two. "I'm serious...." Isleen says in a soft voice, one that Amada thought didn't suit the harsh adolecent. "And I was serious too," Amada mumbles under her breath as a baboon emerges from the bush she was watching. A deep sigh escapes the white adolecent as she stands up out of her hunter's crouch. "Why don't you go hang out with Kenna or something?" Amada asks annoyed as she turns around and stalks past Isleen. She knows her blue sister is following close behind her by the sound of her footsteps, Isleen was never good at stalking, nevermind being quiet. "She's with Thu, now tell me what's up with the....is that a mane?" Isleen asks as her steps quicken so she's side by side with Amada. "It's not a mane," Amada says as she rolls her eyes, she walks silently against the grass as she heads back home towards the Butte. "Well it looks like a mane," Isleen added under her breath, the harshness returning to her voice. "Aponi was searching for you, she sent me to come find you." Amada hesitates for a second upon hearing her mother's name. "What does she want...?" The white lioness turned to her sister. "Amada, she's dying."
The albino lioness stood proud beside her sister, Isleen, the two lionesses watching the river flood as it consumbed the banks beside it, carrying debris and animals caught up in the water with it. The two watched the animals being carried to their doom with cold eyes, the death before them didn't faze them one bit. "So what do you thinkl?" asked Isleen as she whipped the mud off of her paw on a patch of green grass, but that only made her paw muddier. "About the floods?" asked the white lioness, her paw wipping against her cheek, trying to brush the mud off of the long strains of fur around her neck. Isleen scoffed and rolled her eyes. "The floods aren't new, I'm talking about your name." Three moons ago the King of their pride changed Amada's name. No longer would she go by the name her mother chose for her, instead she was named Lousvart Ⅱ, after a Queen she had only heard stories of. Appearently her odd appearance and maroon markings had earned her the name. Instead of hating it, Lous liked the sound of her new name as it rolled off of her tongue. "I like it," She replied as she leaned all of her weight onto her sister Isleen. "Amada didn't suit me." The white lioness chuckled. Whacking Lousvart with her paw playfully, Isleen brushed past her sister and leaped her way off of the side of butte, landing from cave entrance to cave entrance, Lopusvart close on her heels. "Kenna is at Ragged Tooth lake I heard. She's helping to move the cubs to higher grounds." As they reached the ground their paws sunk into the mud, staining it an ugly brown. "C'mon, lets go help her."
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