ᴍɪɴᴇʀᴠᴀ

You see a smol little bean of a cub looking into a pool of water at her own reflection, she's very visible due to her pure white fur.. You take it that this cub is Minerva and she seems a tad.. Upset? You watch as not long after she gets called to come nap with her mother, important lesson are the ones that involve napping, any lion knows that. She looks up to her mother, a sad look still written on her tiny face. "Am I different?"

Her mother looks down her at with a confused look on her face which quickly turns to one of slight pain when she realises what Minerva means, her snow pure white coloured fur, bright pink skin and purplish eyes were definitely a stand out, no other lion in the pride has those features. She pulls Minerva in close to comfort her. You are curious what she is going to try and say.

"Yes.. But, despite how it may seem, you're as normal as any other lion in this pride. Being different doesn't mean you don't belong, it means you're a special little cub." Her mother talks lovingly, it seems to make Minerva feel better about everything and shortly after she's carried away by the scruff to nap.



You noticed some pinkness on the top of ᴍɪɴᴇʀᴠᴀ's ears and nose. Sunburnt again