TH Profile!
Snuhcone looked from her shaded area, watching happily as white lions played from their own shaded areas. It had taken bit to get here but she didn’t regret a single second. Her eyes drifted to the spot behind the leader’s den, where the past kings laid and looked at the sand in front of her paws as the memories came back to her.
It was rough in the beginning; she was regularly burning and was falling behind in hunting and fighting because no one would teach her at night. Paint, the founding king who took her in due to his fascination with her achromia, had put up shades and put up other adaptions which made it easier. But as he needed to ‘studied’ her, she was easily picked on and left out by other lions - especially ones her age, leaving her to hang out with other mutties most of the time, not that there were many.
But then Paint brought home another white furred lion, then another, and another. Soon achromia was a commonly seen mutation in their pride. They saw Snuhcone as a mentor and she happily took on the role, giving tips and tricks to the younger lions with achromia.
The pride improved too, the same lionesses that would tease her now offering night patrolling and hunting lessons. Kings who’ve come to rule after Paint still carrying out the practice of inviting achromia lions, and most likely will for long after Snuhcone’s gone.
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Other lions in your pride used to tease Snuhcone about their weird appearance, until they started a rumor that they were favored by the spirits. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
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Snuhcone played a practical joke on the cubs, stalking up while making weird noises and pretending to be a spirit! It was funny until the cubs refused to sleep that night.
At noon, you saw Snuhcone sleeping in the shade of a tree, out of the sun. You realized that the midday sun is harsh on her pale eyes..
When you approach Snuhcone sleeping on the ground, she slowly wakes up, turning on her back and wiggling around. She tries to touch your muzzle with her paws.
