❦Nightingale❦

Born during the most beautiful sunset the pride had seen in years, Nightingale quickly became the most beloved cub in the pride. Due to where they lived, most other cubs didn't live long, so Nightingale is what some would call, a blessing.
As she grew older, she showed less and less interest in the pride, and more in the forest they lived beside. The forest the rest of the pride avoided due to its thick foliage and its thorned protective layer of bushes that surrounded it. It seemed Nightingale had found a way around it, and enjoyed the quiet it provided. She had no interest in hunting the forest creatures, but instead befriended them, stopping fights between predator and prey. This was her pride.
A few years went past, and her animals friend grew with her. She saw births and deaths of animals she'd never thought she'd see before. Alive that is. One day, she left the forest to find her father, the king, with his muzzle pressed into the ground by another, younger male. Quickly abandoning her usually peaceful nature, she pounced into action, chasing away the male. Her father was fatally hurt, and in his final breaths, he dubbed her the new leader of the pride, making her promise to take care of everyone. She promised, and as her father's eyes closed for the last time, it began to rain.
Though through a gap in the clouds, a rainbow could be faintly seen, growing stronger as the rain got heavier. She merely smiled. She now lives out her days as the leader. She'd ripped down the thorned layer for the forest, so her friends could see her whenever they wished. She'd promised the pride if anyone dare hurt her friends, she'd hurt them just as bad back. Though no one wanted to hurt them, but befriend them as Nightingale had.


Written by: Ghost