Night Sky

She snarls softly as she watches Glowstar's heir, a younger, much, much weaker male cry to his protector about something. Pathetic. He would make a horrible king, he relies on the other cubs and the lionesses for EVERYTHING. It made her pelt itch. However, she had a plan, and when it came time to start adolescent training, she walked the path of a submale instead of a lioness, and started gathering all the golden beetles she could.

Glowstar is dead. She huffs. She doesn't have enough beetles yet! And on top of that, Rain, or "Rain's Light" now, has started acting weird since the stars started falling. Lions are vanishing. Cubs and adults. She snarls softly, thinking about the missing cubs and lionesses. This is what they get for kinging a dirty-blooded lion, isn't it? Night isn't naive enough to believe those who are missing are still alive. She turns to Murky Stream, the other Lioness nursing her new cubs. She won't let anything happen to her friend. Not again. She nudged one of the cubs gently with her nose. They deserve to grow up in a safe pride, not the hell this place has become. I must hurry.

She pauses, looking at Lyca. The young lioness was certainly stubborn, that was for certain. She had potential. Even knowing that she could never truly join the lionesses again, she pressed on, determined. Night Sky tilted her head. Lyca would one day be a shockingly fierce opponent. Night Sky hummed, stretching, then headed to her hollow. It felt empty, without Murky Stream there, but Murky Stream left the hunter's den after Arctic Stream's death.

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Started at 1003 stats.
%100 training
1067 at 2 years old.

To Do:
Rear and Front Gold Claw Extensions
Evil Pose
Simple chain halter