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You padded into the den area of the next lioness, who was drawing figures in the sand. Was that... an escape route? As she noticed you, she jumped back. “Sh*t! O-oh, sorry!” She gasped, and continued in a deep, masculine voice, “I’m Flint Strike, only trans guy in the pride.” Sh- er- he purred. “This isn’t what it looks like. It’s actually a fire escape plan, just in case. My rebellious days are over, I promised monarch Snowdrop that. I just heard about a cub from a nearby pride who accidentally set their camp on fire.” He smiled innocently, and you couldn’t help but believe him. “Apparently they named him Arson after the event, seems fitting to me.” He pawed at the feather earring he had, dyed in the colors of the transgender flag. “Though I’m a trans guy, monarch Snowdrop and I have made an agreement, since I’m such a handsome guy. I don’t have to have cubs if I don’t want to, but if I do, it’ll only be with someone I think is good-looking enough to be the sire of my cubs. Snowdrop themself fits that criteria.” Flint Strike grinned nervously and looked away, and you smirked. “WHAT? I don’t LIKE them, but they are a really good friend to me, so it’s kinda weird thinking about having cubs with them!” He seemed sincere about this, so you decided to believe it. “As kind as Mkali was, he never saw... how his actions hurt me. How FORCING me to have cubs caused me dysphoria...” he shook his head and you decided to leave him be to think about his own memories in peace.
***OLD MESSAGES***
[pregnancy message]
You padded into the den area of this lioness and sat down, waiting for her to notice you... however, she seemed abnormally upset. She looked up at you, an expression of anger and betrayal and hate on her face, before she realized that you weren’t who she was expecting. “O-oh. Sorry.” She sniffled. “I’m Flint Strike... I’m transgender, please... call me by he/him pronouns.” He looked away, and at that point, you’d realized what was wrong. He was pregnant. “I hate this.” He muttered. “M-Mkali t-told me... he told me he respected me- and then he tells me that he’ll kick me out if I don’t pull my weight by having cubs?” Flint Strike snapped at the air, and you backed away slowly, exiting his area.
[normal message]
You padded into the den area of this lioness and sat down, waiting for her to notice you. She wasn’t exactly scheming, but she was muttering to herself about ruling her own pride one day. She looked up at you. “Hello.” She nodded respectfully. “I’m Flint Strike.” Her voice was much deeper than you’d expect from a lioness; she sounded male. “If you could refer to me as male in your head, please, I’d appreciate that. He/him pronouns. Thanks.” She... or he, I suppose... stretched and flicked his tail. His fur was very handsome, the colors and patterns. “I told Mkali about my gender identity and shockingly, he’s been quite supportive. He gets mad whenever the other lionesses call me ‘she.’” He laughed. “It’s really funny. I also told him I plan to rule my own pride one day...” he frowned. “Mkali was less happy about that, seeing as he wanted me to stay, but he said he would support that decision should I choose it. Oh- my apologies, am I boring you with the unimportance of my life?” He snorted sarcastically as you yawned, and you immediately snapped your jaws shut and started to apologize. “No need.” He smiled a bit more sincerely. “I was only teasing. You should go to the other lionesses and see them anyways.”
This was his cub message:
You padded into the den area of this cub and sat down, waiting for her to notice you. She seems to be sitting and... scheming? Or perhaps it was just a playful cub who seems to be muttering to herself about ruling her own pride one day... what? She finally saw you and looked up nervously. “Hello-“ she yelps. “I’m Flintcub- don’t have my official name yet, so I’m just called cub. Flintcub is a nickname for Mkali to know how to distinguish me from the others, and it means that my prefix will probably be Flint.” You nodded. That made sense. “And by the way... don’t think of me as a lioness. I KNOW that I’m female, but... I don’t want to be.” She looked away, and you frowned. Little transgender cub? Possibly. “I know that’s weird... Blue Rose and Jiwe call me freaks. But I just want to be me. And I want to rule a pride one day- which, I know, I can’t father cubs, but I could just have another male be the breeding male and have ME be the leader.” She... or he? You thought it best to think of this cub as a ‘they’ for the moment. They looked at you with sad eyes, and you smiled at them, assuring them that one day, they would rule their own pride and be the best monarch anyone had ever seen. They smiled and said, “Thanks. You’re nice. Just don’t get my hopes up... I’m already planning on being stuck as one of Mkali’s lionesses for as long as I’m alive.” They grumbled.
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