Nekha

Her name meant "protector, attacker".

You wanted to tussle with Nekha, but she refused. She had a headache and just wanted to sleep. Ah well, maybe next time.
You were sharing a chuckle with your pride mates when Nekha mumbled at all of you to shut up. Seems she thought it was funny, too.

Nekha never fit in anywhere. Thrown from one pride to the next, finding her strength in wandering alone, her ice-blue coat bringing challenge and attack on in droves. An old king tamed her and brought her home, but sent her away before his heir took his place: her personality was too strong for him.
A cruel, ancient lion took her in under Bashinji's eyes, and when he died - curiously, just after Nekha came - a brutal primal male took his place: Maaihes. Nekha had finally found her home, and it was under the paws and belly of a brute so huge she could not touch his chin with the top of her head. His jaws coated in blood, dried and fresh, his mane heavy on his bulky frame.
She became his lead huntress, coated in scars, paws-deep in carcasses, wanting only to see him pleased with her work. Some still see her in the hunting lands, a ghost of white and blue, her ghostly form slowly carved to ribbons by the scars that adorn her pelt.