Emberfoot

Emberfoot has the blood of all the goddesses. He was born in the mortal realm, and into the pride. He was always able to walk, and communicate. Every single lion had high, high expectations of him. After all, he was to inherit the role of being a ruler from the king once he died. Emberfoot was incredibly to seize power by himself. But he resisted the urge. One day he would be known as the world’s best and most thoughtful king, right?

So Emberfoot spent his days and nights praying, fighting, listening and learning. He had to make the goddesses proud. He could hear the water rushing, the fire crackling. He could feel the warmth of the sun, and the calming force emanating from the night sky whenever he stopped. He hated the feelings and noises when he stopped. He knew and respected the goddesses he was descended from.

But that wasn’t why he wanted to become a leader. He was really doing it for Gaea. Descendants of Gaea were rare. And her descendants were all blessed with incredible gifts and skills. But Gaea had been asleep, gone, so far gone she was impossible to awake, for centuries. And the other goddesses liked it that way. They enjoyed wearing and dividing the crown that once was Gaea’s. After all, she was the mother of all.

So Emberfoot trains and studies. He works hard. He just hopes he will become king before tradgedy strikes. He can feel something coming, something bad, in the very ground he stands on…
(The above was written by the lovely SplotchyBeet484)