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Grandpaw Nies coves over and lays down next to Trayr the Sorrow of Onnophris, flicking their tail over to draw the attention of the wild cub. Grandpaw Nies continues, giving the rest of the pride some time off from entertaining Trayr the Sorrow of Onnophris.
Poor old Grandpaw Nies was resting away from the cubs for a reason today, but that didn't stop Venin from bounding over and bumping their Grandpaw's chin with the top of their head in adoration before scarpering off. Grandpaw Nies stares after them as they scamper away, but whatever he wanted to say isn't spoken.
When Grandpaw Nies spots Venin sulking after they were left out of games, he saunters over and sits down next to them. No words pass between Grandpaw and grandcub, but they seem to have a moment of understanding with each other.
Venin is following Grandpaw Nies's every move today - hopping in his footsteps, perking up at the same noises, even swishing and flicking their tail like his. Grandpaw Nies is keenly aware that his grandcub is there, but says nothing about it.
Venin is sitting in the grass looking bummed. You pick them up by the scruff of the neck and carry them to your sleeping spot, where you groom them until they feel better.
Venin crawls around using its front legs only. The merged hind legs don't seem to bother it, and it seems to be able to poop just fine.
Other cubs this age prance around, but Venin just paws at nearby insects, making it a bit of an outcast.
Venin's mom is worried for it - it does not seem to grow much lately
Venin has trouble digesting and hasn't been eating much in the past few days. It meows quietly from pain.
Venin passed away due to health complications.
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You place the offering at your pridemember's resting place. It arises again and their decaying body turns into a moving, life-like vessel. How incredible it is to interact with them again!
Your lion's core, the very essence of itself, burns into a crisp with a sulphurous smell.
Your lion howls in pain as the markings imprint in its fur with a flash of fire!
Little Venin wakes up from a nightmare and lets out a frightened wail in the dark. Old Grandpaw Abastor rushes over to soothe them. Venin eventually falls asleep, snuggled against Grandpaw Abastor.
After earning the wrath of the broodmothers, Venin was dumped into the paws of Grandpaw Abastor. It didn't take very long for Grandpaw Abastor to get the cub to relax, but the broodmothers swear they made Venin chill a little for him first.
After you grounded Venin for acting out and being mean, you left them under Grandpaw Abastor's watchful eye. Although Venin was in a very pouty mood, they couldn't keep pouting with Grandpaw Abastor pulling silly faces behind them to cheer them up a bit.
You see Venin playing tag with Grandpaw Zeronis. Aww, look at those two go! ... Wow, did Grandpaw Zeronis actually manage to exhaust a full-energy cub this fast? ... And now it looks like he's trying to race with a cheetah. You shake your head. Seems like some things never change, no matter how old he gets.
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