Queen Scorch

From the day she was born, Scorch was put on a pedestal for her gloriously rare markings. Her luxurious red rosettes put her high up on the hierarchy already, as well as being the daughter of the King and an infertile lioness, who only gets pregnant with special herbs brewed by the pride's Shamans. Scorch and her sister, Copper, were very anticipated, and they were celebrated with a feast when they were finally born. Scorch's sister, however, didn't have the same marks as Scorch, and was disregarded. Scorch loves her sister with all her heart, but Copper is angry at Scorch and refuses to speak to her. Scorch is constantly trying to win her sister's appreciation, but it's usually to no avail.

Scorch sprang upwards, roaring. Ahead of her, King Grand Sun raced away from the lioness. The little lioness landed in front of her paws, tripping, and tumbled to the ground. Grand Sun paused, glancing back at her to make sure his daughter was alright.
"Scorch, are you hurt?" he gasped, crouching besides her. Scorch, head down, whimpered something. Grand Sun furrowed his brow. "What was that, sweetheart?" Scorch's head lifted swiftly, a mischievous look on her face.
"You lose!" She yowled, jumping at her father's face. She gripped onto his mane with her claws and pushed him to the ground. She pinned the huge king, smiling triumphantly, and raised her head proudly.
"Well done, Scorch," Grand Sun purred in approval.