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Cub wants to play king of the hill. Er, king of your shoulders. Versus your tail. Is your tail winning? Yah, totally winning. Your tail is awesome.
:Eleven Months:
-Chasing Practice-
No one had known that Lil' Name (Nine) didn't like birds, but the jumping around she did at least taught her a lot. +4% training experience!
:One Year, Four Months:
King Frosted Barrage greeted Miss Name [Eight] perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. She just squeaked and ran off. Oops.
:One Year, Eleven Months:
Happy but intimidated by your attention, Miss Name [Eight] greets you shyly, then backs away to give you some space.
She continued to back away. In fact, she fled from the lands altogether and went out into the wilds. She was joined not long after by five other lionesses. These left due to there not being enough space in the territory. They thought to survive on their own, form a pride without a king. Though later the young Prince Three Marks joined them as did others from the Pride of Light, including Miss Blue Coat, by then all six of them were starving and most beyond salvation.
For seven harrowing months they were adrift, with no place to call home. Miss Name [Four] finally succumbed to starvation. Others disappeared, eventually only Redemption and one other remained. When Whoa went out into the wilds with supplies enough for one lioness to last the trip home, Redemption shifted and moved forward, eager to rejoin her pride.
The pale lion put a paw up. "No, you are not to come. Her, she is marked as 'first...'" And he gestured with a sweeping leg toward Miss Name [Eight].
"Yes, of course you are right. She is more ill than I." Redemption replied. She urged the ailing lioness on to her feet and forward. "They'll take care of you. You see, Whoa is here to take you home. Your shaman will make you better."
Though she was afeared for her friend Redemption's life, she whispered as she passed: "I promise to tell them about you." So soft her voice, it was doubtful that any heard her.
When they arrived at the Pride of Light, Whoa brought her before King Frosted Barrage. "Here she is sire. The one you wanted me to find in the wilds prior to the others."
King Frosted Barrage nodded. "Yes, I am pleased she has returned." He looked directly at Miss Name [Eight] and she ducked her head. "Welcome back."
"Th... th... thank you sire." She managed.
Whoa led her back to her den and she settled in with much relief.
:Two Years, Seven Months:
You were napping, but some movement caught your attention. Lady Sterling Frost was coming towards you with a gerbil snack, but then she stopped. Walked away. Came back. Now she looks like she wanted to bolt. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep still, and she finally delivered her gift to you.
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