Fox

the spots are the amount of times she got into a fight
its so cringey please help
when i was born, i was brought to the prides seer. he saw great misfortunes in my future, a curse lying in wait. i was thrown out, discarded, my own mother didnt want me. i survived off pure luck and fury. i noticed as days, weeks, months passed by. my coat was growing lighter in spots. i sought out another seer. she told me i was cursed to gain spots for every fight i get into, my fault or not, until i am covered and i fade away, becoming a ghost to watch everyone grow old and forget. i begged the seer to help me, to find a cure but there wasnt any she knew of, however she believed if i grew peaceful and stopped fighting, i would stop fading. i pleaded to have her let me into her pride, she said it wasnt her call but asked me to wait. she went to the king at the time and asked for my sanctuary. he accepted, leading me into his home. lionesses of any kind covered the floors, playing with cubs and sharing food. some lionesses were covered in patches of white or black, others had overgrown fangs, some with less tail than usual and some with no tail at all. everyone is welcome was the motto of this pride. i had found my home.