Castaway

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Bio By Chinook #212440
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Castaway’s paws were never destined for the ground of her home pride. Born with the sun kissing her face, black blotches dappled across her pelt, smogging out the beautiful colors of her natural fur. Her mother was unsure about her cub’s appearance. Her immediate fear was that the king would suspect she had been out with other prides. That would mean the inevitable abandonment of her cub. Her death would be surefooted. Castaway would be compromised.
She had already gotten too attached to her cub. In desperation, she tried hiding Castaway, hoping the king wouldn’t find her, but to no avail. He was deeply affronted when he saw her. As punishment, he took the cub out into the wilderness and left her for dead.

The tiny cub made all the mews she could, forlornly searching for something, someone, but her floppy, flimsy body was difficult to deal with. She was dangerously vulnerable; a hawk could easily swoop her up, or the wrong lion could find her and tear her to pieces. The cub gave up and was left curled up at the basin of a tree.
Castaway would not be found until a meek, elderly huntress returning food from a solo hunt came across her. Boro. She left her kill behind, taking the small cub in her mouth and returning to her pride, Rain’s Skull pride.

Boro brought Castaway to the gracious King Samros, who lovingly accepted her and brought her into the safety of his pride. She always looked up to him, even seeing him as a father figure sometimes.
As she grew, The Hunters sanctioned her into their ranks, training her to be the best she could be. She was oftentimes laden with weak arms and seemingly hollowed-out bones because of how hard she was training. But that never stopped her. She kept pushing herself until she couldn’t anymore.
She was eventually adopted by Boro, who always talked about how proud she was to have Castaway as her daughter. She had a bragging right that others rarely had. There wasn’t a day where Boro didn’t let her daughter know how proud she was of her.

Castaway went on to become the Head Hunter when she was 5 years old. She was a formidable predator out in the fields, a bundle of claws, fur, and skill. It wouldn’t be long until she had cubs of her own, passing her mutation onto two of them.

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When Grandpaw Tibau spots Castaway sulking after they were left out of games, he saunters over and sits down next to them. No words pass between Grandpaw and grandcub, but they seem to have a moment of understanding with each other.

You hung out with Castaway over dinner. She sometimes says stuff that seems so mean and yet... you feel as if you've never laughed harder in your life.

You hung out with Castaway over dinner. She sometimes says stuff that seems so mean and yet... you feel as if you've never laughed harder in your life