MeadowFall

Meadowfall carries the weight of royalty and ruthlessness in equal measure. Born to the King, she is a lioness who commands respect, not with words, but with her presence alone. Her onyx-black fur, softened only by the deep brown undercoat, makes her blend into the shadows, but there is nothing quiet about her. Her piercing blue eyes hold a sharpness that cuts deeper than claws, revealing a mind that is always calculating, always watching.

She is harsh—unforgiving, direct, and unwilling to entertain weakness. Some say she was born without softness, without patience for the games of cubhood. Even as a young lioness, she made it clear that she would not tolerate foolishness. She expects discipline, strength, and loyalty, and those who fail to meet her standards quickly find themselves on the receiving end of her cold, biting words.

Being the daughter of the King, she holds herself to an unbreakable standard. She does not make excuses, nor does she accept them from others. If she falls, she rises. If she is challenged, she fights. If she is doubted, she proves them wrong.

Despite her unyielding nature, Meadowfall is not heartless—she simply believes that the world does not care for the weak. Love, kindness, and trust are luxuries that few can afford, and she refuses to let herself be softened by sentiment. To her, emotions are a weakness unless they serve a purpose. The only thing that matters is strength, and she will never be anything less than unbreakable.