Rules
Do not chase, kill, nature reserve, sell, or anything else
Keep her well fed and played with, if you need help let me know I can send food and toys
You may keep her for a maximum of 5 rollovers, unless she is nursing/pregnant!
Send her back to Marsh (They/Them) #323784 when she is 10 years old!
Do not remove anything you can add though
Do not change her sex
Do not put anything offensive or inappropriate in her bio
Do not delete anything from her bio. (unless someone broke the previous rule).
Please add little stories of her time with you, I love reading them
Traveler's journal
Voss is adamant that she's a tiger. Even though she has nothing to prove it, but her stripes tell her everything she thinks she needs to know. But after running away to find the tigers one to many times Wither made a decision to send her away. Maybe another pride can set her straight.
Username and Number: Stringworms #233091
Decors Added: Clean Lake BG
Story: Voss knows right away that Wither would be unhappy with this turn of events. She had finally met her tigers...sort of. She had found a pride filled with strange lions, ones that called themselves "Tigons" and "Leopons", and boasted a lineage mixed with leopards and tigers. They spent a lot of time talking together, sitting on the banks of a nearby lake. They did agree that she was particularly tiger-like, and that she did look a lot like them. So, they came to the conclusion that yes, she must be a tiger.
Username and Number: Havarti Sadaf π§π #348115
Decor Added: Muddy Tree
Story: As Voss wondered the lands she spots a colorful Male lion up ahead in the distance. She calls out to him, "Hey! Can you help me?" The male turns to her direction and approaches her. He says, "Hello miss! What seems to be the problem?" Voss gives a look of desperation, "I'm so hungry and cold. Do you possibly have anything to eat?" He smiles and says, "Of course, let's head to my den and I'll get you something to eat!" As they walk along, they entered a cozy den full of different critters and another male lion. As they entered the first male introduced himself. "So my name is
Baklava and that there is my dad
Chad. Voss greets the older male and says, "My name is Voss! Thank you so much for your hospitality." Baklava smiles and gives her a large hunk of meat for Voss to eat. Some time passed and she was ready to continue her adventure. She says her goodbyes to the small family and heads off to meet new prides.
Username and number: Delta #334834
Decor added: Black Fancy Mouse
Story: Upon her first arrival at night, Voss was greeted by Crow Feather, the den keeper of young cubs looking for happy new homes. She had a young cub's scruff in her mouth taking it back to the den after a failed escape plan to bother the pride's king. Crow Feather put the cub back into its paws and gently pushed it along with her paw as she greeted the traveler. "Good evening, traveler. You must be the one we were expected to meet. Voss right?" With a tired nod, Voss answered. With a hum of approval, Crow Feather gestured to the traveler to follow her to the den where the rest of the Lionesses take their rest. Full of warm fluffy bodies the den kept all inside it from the chill of the night air that threatened to nip at all ears and tails. Being prompted to red for the night Voss did just that, the long journey to her temporary housing taking a toll on her paws. The warm smooth stones littered with mixes of leave and furs felt like a bed of clouds on the traveler's tired body. Upon her first dawn, few of the lionesses prompted that day's hunts. Padding up to them, the huntress leader, Daybreak greeted the traveler and welcomed her along with the small group, for many of the pride's lionesses went out to search for new homes a few days prior. The lands were open dotted with rivers and lakes filled from the cold month's rain and melted snow. A ruffle caught in Voss' ears, a little black mouse trapped in a litter of the human wonders. A huff came from Voss' nose as she nuzzled away the tins and glass, cutting away plastic gently with her claws or teeth. The little mouse was far from healthy. The time's been hard for all creatures. Laying down onto her belly, Voss welcomed the little ball of fluff for a ride, nudging it up onto her back before meeting to find the others. Not like this little guy would be enough food for even a single lioness, let alone a pride. Upon returning to the pride and caves, Voss nested with the little mouse, giving it a night to a day to heal up before taking it with her to the next pride. After all, everyone needs a smaller travel buddy, right?
Lion/Lioness met-
DeltaRune-https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?mid=334834
Crow Feather-https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794175261217
Daybreak-https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794175723257
Username and number: RandomCat 278174
Amare eagerly greeted her, glad to see her. Amare explains that she may not physically be an tiger, but if she wants to live the lifestyle of a tiger thats ok! Amare didn't know if Voss understood that or not. Voss got restless and ran off. Some guinepigs decided to stay at home in Voss's fur.
Username and Number: Shards_ 396013
As the sun began to set, and i were getting ready to move, the prides heir walked up to me. He were ginger colored with black patches looking like torn. I bowed to him a goodbye. "Here, i wanted to give you a good bye present." He picked up a very pretty flower. "Take it" he'd say, and i gladly accepted the present before turning away to begin my adventure with another pride. (+ Guersey Lily [1])
Username and Number: teddy 349583
Voss had wandered far and her paws were weary. It was the wet season and the mud caked on her paws, making every step heavier than the last. She stopped finally at Orphry's glen, the flowers around the caves blooming profusely and stunning her with their rich scent. She was invited in by lions that matched twilight and orchid colors, and wearily accepted. She slept, not as long as she would like but was awoken early by a military like call. She was snoozily shuffled into a hunting party and coached on her place. She absorbed maybe half, but gathered that they were trying to nab some elephant calfs. She woke up properly when a mother elephant was bellowing in her face, tusks slashing as she desperately ducked and weaved. She finally escaped and made her way to the meeting place, where two elephant calfs lay. She was congratulated and given rubs of appreciation for her excellent diversion tactics. She preened and started turning back to the caves, ready for a rest. The others laughed and said no, they were just beginning. Horror washed over her, they were going to do this again?! And again, and again, and again. She lost count but was informed it was 10 hunts a day, every day. She did it for days, even bore cubs to try and avoid hunting for a few days but soon after was ushered back into the hunt. One day, while robotically chasing another hunt, she asked herself, 'Is this what it means to be a lion? Endless hunts, selling meat, feasting, and more hunts?" It wasn't what she wanted. This wasn't the tiger she wanted to be. So in the twilight after another hunt, she escaped when least missed. Padding softly on now calloused paws into the lush jungle.
Pride: Providence Pride (Kle #129483)
Notes: 2023.06.04 - tried to return home; owner not online in last 7 days
2024.01.04 - tried to return home; owner not online in last 7 days
