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Mausoleum is trying to wake you up before dawn. No. You don't wanna. Ugh. Before dawn, they're your pride mates' cub. You ignore them as best you can.

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One of the daughters of the Frost Lich Frostmourne, and the Entity of War, Twisted Sister. Much like her mother, Mausoleum tends to keep to herself, stalking around the pride in the shadows. She often tussels with her other sister, but has grown distant towards the older brother who struggles to keep up with his multiple limbs.

Mausoleum's visage frightens many; she and her sister were believed to be 'normal' at birth given their simple mutations, whilst her brother was ignored and frowned on for being a liability, but as she grew, her features continued to shift and morph. The day her eyes finally opened for the first time, everyone but her mother were shocked to see burning blue lights than normal optics they all held.

Her teeth grew sharper, her mouth longer, splitting her face. Deathly fur grew around her like a mane, and ice began to coat the ground she walked on.

Only her mother finds her company favorable, and Mausoleum is left wondering why so many referred to her as a monstrous freak behind her back. Was she not just a cub like the others? She could play and run just like them, could smell, see, and hear the world just fine. Sure she looked different, but so did all the other 'special' lionesses in the cave they shared.

Why was she so different?