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~~Stats~~~
Stats at birth: 306
Stats at arrival: 314
Stats at 4yrs: 351
Stats at 8yrs: 379
Stats at retirement: 401
Stats at 12yrs: 417
~~Heats/Cubs Bred~~
Heat 1:
1 Try
Bred To: Chora
Bred At: 2yrs 5months
Heat 2:
1 Try
4 Cubs 1M 3F
Bred To: Chora (#148865)
Bred At: 4yrs 4months
Heat 3:
1 Try
Bred To: Habari (#148865)
Bred At: 6yrs 3months
Heat 4:
1 Try
1 F Cub (Reserved)
Bred To: Erebus, (Oops)
Bred At: 8yrs 2months
Heat 6:
2 Tries
2 F Cubs, (1 Kept, Other Reserved)
Bred To: Kuandaa (#148865)
Bred At: 12yrs
7th Heat, (Last):
2 Tries
1 F Cub (Kept)
Bred To: Kuandaa
Bred At: 14yrs
~~Interactions~~
You find Nebula sniffling sadly. It turns out, they got pushed away from the carcass by the others and now they're hungry. Poor little one! You scrounge up some leftover scraps for them, and they are delighted.
Nebula decided to give hugs to all the losing Cubs instead of wrestling herself.
Upon seeing you, Nebula mreows loudly and furiously rubs her head against your chin.
~~Lore~~
Nebula was one of the first cubs born to the great king ErebusAstraios, her father was a kind lion, trying his best to take care of every one under his care. Many members of the pride didn't trust though, as the previous and beloved kind, Daaman, stepped down while still rather young, and at a seemingly random time. One of these lions was her mother, BlackShadow. BlackShadow only mated with the kind king for lack of an alternative and cared little for him, and, when she saw how much her daughter cared for her father, this disdain spread to her too. Despite this, Nebula loved her parents, and she was mostly oblivious to the cruel glares sent her wy by her mother. She loved her mother dearly, and tried her best to make her proud of her, trying her best to impress her mother with her scouting abilities. The young lioness was devastated when her mother suddenly abandoned her, leaving with a rouge male from another pride without so much as a goodbye to her one and only daughter. The young lioness lost a something that day, not only did she lose her mother, but she lost a trust in all lionkind, a trust which she never fully regained. This devastation only worsened at the loss of her first litter to an incurable ailment. The lioness closed herself off, the once kind, cuddly lion replaced with a colder, snappy scout, her only softness saved for her father. The only solace Nebula found was in the wildflowers that grew on the prides steppe. She would spend hours laying in them, watching as they shifted in the breeze, her grief forgotten. Seeing her struggle, the kind king gave her a gift, a small pouch of flower seeds which he had painstakingly gathered by paw for his eldest daughter. She planted these seeds , caring for them as if they were her own cubs, which, in some ways, they were. As the seeds grew, so did she, the young grief stricken lioness turning into a wiser colder one. Though it took many years, she became well enough to have another litter, having three after that, with two miscarriages in-between, both of which she mourned greatly. Nebula shared her kindness with her daughters, gifting the two who chose to remain in the pride with gifts of flowers she grew quite often. Over time she built a large and expansive garden, housing many types of beautiful flowers from all around the continent. When her father died, Nebula was heartbroken, she mourned for him strongly, but did not follow her mothers footsteps, she was kind to the new king, and he was kind to them all, raised well by her father. Soon after the young male was kinged, a young adolescent was brought to the pride. Shortly after her arrival, the elderly lioness began to smell a strange scent among her flowers, strongest around one in particular, a beautiful lily which had been struggling to survive even with Nebulas care and attention. After a while, the old lioness noticed that the lily had begun to perk up, its once droopy stem strong and straight. Soon after noticing this, the elderly lioness caught the young adolescent, whose name she had learned was Violet, had been nurturing the lily back to life. She thanked the young Violet, gifting her the lily as a token of her thanks. Soon the two became fast friends, Nebula teaching her, and eventually another young lioness named Saffia, all she knew about flowers and herbs. Not long after this the Nebula became pregnant for the last time, it was an extremely difficult pregnancy, and the lioness knew she could likely lose the cubs, but even so, she knew she had to try. Throughout this time, her daughter, who was conveniently also pregnant, as well as Violet and Saffia, the two young lionesses she had watched grow up so much right before her eyes, the two cubs that finally set her heart free. When she went into labour her friends were there by her side, helping her along as she gave birth to her final cub. Her cub was beautiful, with steel gray fur tainted with beautiful hues of soft purples and blues. When she looked at the tiny cub, mewling loudly, she felt a warmth in her heart that she hadn't felt in years, her heart felt full, almost overflowing with pure love and joy for the lions surrounding her. She smiled deeply, bending down to nudge the cub closer to her, allowing her to nurse. As she gazed at the cub, her cub, a single word came to mind, "Reilin" she whispered, "welcome my little lilac, welcome."
Nebula cherished her cub, watching as she played and grew, when she became an apprentice, she gave her a beautiful garment, weaved of pearls and white flowers, from her very own garden, for her little one to wear.
Her passing was quite, it was spring, and a cool breeze was blowing over the plains, the moon and stars seemed to shine brighter than they usually did, washing the dens in a faint ghostly light. Nebula did not know what awoke her, but as she lay their, her daughter curled into her flank, she knew it was time. She turned back to her young friends, the kind and playful Violet, the one who thawed her frozen heart, and sweet Saffia, honest and inquisitive, she called out to both of them, rousing them from their dreams and asked them to come lay with her. There the four of them lay, a small family related not by blood, but by kindness and love. They all had a feeling that this night was her last, and while they did not say it, they made it known in that moment just how loved she was. Nebula watched them, thinking of her life before and after these three had stumbled into her life, and she smiled, laying her head down onto the plush grass of her nest, and closed her eyes.
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