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A lioness rummages through different herbs and wraps in a vine draped, airy cave. She carefully smears a poultice on a pride member’s paw, an injury from hunting, no doubt. She had beautiful fur, almost looking like a dusky sunset. The sun filtered through natural arches and openings on the ceiling of the cave, making the whole scene glow with an ethereal light. Her eyes are warm and her hips sway as she approaches you, asking if you needed any help.
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A lioness stands on the edge of a rock pinnacle, overlooking the vastness of the pride lands. A grand den with markings carved along its circular floors and walls stood a few meters behind her, the open top of the den let pure moonlight shine through, a singe cold flame displayed in the middle of the structure created whirling shadows and light that almost seem to run along the carvings on the wall. The lioness’s dusky pelt was set ablaze by the light of the stars, she closed her eyes, which were now clouded and bright. Spirits swirled around her, letting whispers only she could her pass through their lips, everything glowing with a celestial light, could this really be the same lioness you saw in the healing den?
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Cold wind and torrents of snow battered the pridelands. A small bundle of fur lay huddled underneath an outcrop, frost gathering at the tips of her fur. A lioness with paws as white as the snow around her discovers the weak cub as the sun rises. A new beginning.
Flowers bloom as a cub races through a meadow. Nourished by milk and love, the cub springs through the new growth, the only sign winter ever passed through the lands being the limp branches that littered the deep forest. A lioness with paws as white as the drifting clouds watches her with warm eyes as she collects healing herbs for the pride.
Cicadas chirp and fireflies buzz on in the hot summer night. An adolescent lioness lay curled on a pinnacle of rock, entranced by the flickering stars in the sky. A cool wind trickles through her fur, stray herbs and grasses brush off. A lioness with paws as white as the summer lilies tells her of all the spirits in the night sky, proud of the bright, young lioness that she trained to follow in her pawsteps as a healer.
Leaves drift to the ground as a young lioness carries a scroll to bring to her pride. Birds warble and flock above her, getting ready to migrate as the weather cools. The healer enters a warmly lit den in the pride’s valley, a lioness who’s pelt was beginning to age, but who’s paws were as white as a dove’s feathers greets her with a purr. The younger lioness settles next to her, telling her mentor all her worries and thoughts as the pair watch the setting sun cast a snug orange glow on the pride lands.
A lioness trudges through a drift of snow, stopping underneath and outcrop jutting from a cliff to rest. Something about the place seemed familiar, except the dusky furred healer just couldn’t place it. She reached the edge of the cliff, settling in where her mentor used to sit and watch the night sky with her. She worked alone now, her paws guided by the skills she was taught, although she knew that the lioness with paws as white as the stars she now walked with would always be by her side, no matter how much time passes.
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