Kohana

(WIP)
Kohana’s first few months were bliss. She was born alongside her sister, Oralia, and raised in a massive pride. She spent her time playing with Oralia and enjoying time with her mother, who she loved dearly. Kohana knew she wanted to be a hunter, and always tried to get Oralia to join in in practise, but Kohana watched sadly as Oralia spent more time with the broodmothers, learning their trade. She was upset, but she knew That was what Oralia wanted to do, and was happy for her. Kohana was ready to start training to become a hunter, as she no longer relied on her mother. But when she turned 5 months, she was ripped away with her sister.

The king of her pride, who she had known all her life, carried her and Oralia through the shrubland, growling softly at their wails. He never explained what was happening or where they were going, but soon dropped them off at a massive, thick tree. It was late at night, and Kohana felt her eyelids drooping. Before she fell asleep, she sweared she saw something lanky swing from the tree and start talking to her king. She felt herself being scooped up and tucked into a hollow tree.

Kohana woke up with a jolt. Her head whipped around. She was in the hollow tree she’d fallen asleep at. Moss dripped from the walls, and a curtain of ivy covered the entrance. Kohana pushed through the ivy and found herself in a clearing. She gazed around, trying to find her king. All around her, other Cubs were pushing through the ivy of other makeshift dens made from bushes, hollows and human junk. Adolescents shared food around from a pile, making sure every lion had a carcass to eat.

Kohana’s ears