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Old now; and not the cub he used to be- he has wisdom from his days. Blinking slowly as he stares at you; letting out a small sigh. “Come seeking wisdom, child?” He Mrrs, sitting up- stretching those old bones of his as he flexed his claws. “You have not come to the right lion- but I will do my best. Have you heard the story of..” (go to 1A)
A: "ah, you have returned? Wanna hear another story, then?" (Go to any story you have not read. If you read them all, then move on! :3)
(Please note all these stories are entirely made up, thank you!<3)
1A. “Rain, the hunter dog?”(if you have, move onto 3A!) “you havent? Alright! Sit, sit,” he meowed. And yet, as soon as you sit, he swipes his paw under your legs—forcing you to fall over! “Sorry! I still have the old me in here afterall. Now onto that story..” (go to 1B)
1B. “Rain was a huntiers dog- somewhat curled tail, bright blue eyes, black ears- a husky; I believe they are called that amongst the poachers and huntirrs, she was the dog to a killer.. This hunter was not a good person- he killed animals for fun, instead of for food. Rain knew this, but dogs are meant to be loyal beings. An Upwalkers(human’s) best friend..So everyday, she’s sniff out prey, and everyday more and more died to the huntier’s gun. Out in the snow; the deaths were often hidden by the sound of heavy snow and snowstorms. Rain had enough. When the two traveled here to this lovely area; the heat was out bearing for a dog with such a thick coat like rain had. Her hunter did not approve of this, sending her out more frequently instead of letting her rest. And yet she bared through it- just to snap when she saw what she thought would never happen. Her human holding up a lion cub in one hand, gun in the other. Ready to kill the poor thing. Cubs mother shot dead by HIS gun. Then rain attacked with all her might!- saving the cub. The cub, belonging to our pride at the time- with one of our old leaders; was safely returned by rains jaws. Yet the hunter wasent done. In a shaky sensation- just before the huntirr died- he shot rain right through her side. Rain did not make it out alive despite our best efforts. She will always be remembered in this pride though, as rain, the Husky-dog who saved our cub. Wanna hear another story?” (If yes go to 3A) (if no go to 1C.)
1C. “You dont? Fine by me! Hope you have a horrible rest of your day!” The evil Tom sneered, sighing. “Joking of course. But trip on your way out, will ya? It’s funny!” As you walk out the den, your paw steps on a thorn then over some string. Inducing you to w fall on your face! How did you not notice this before?! As you stand as wipe off the dirt, you can’t help but notice a few watching lionesses snickering at you. How embarrassing! (Go to A)
2A. “I see..uhm..what about Felirá, the first cat fox?”(if you have move onto 4A!)
"You haven't? Good. This one is a short story, so relax." He meowed, eyeing you as you sat. Surprisingly, there was no sneaky little tricks he was pulling; he just smiled at you. "No need to be so skeptical, my friend!" He meowed. But you had a right too- just as he got ready to speak with a deep breath in and out; you suddenly find yourself covered in wet sand!! He's laughing at you, a sandball(snowball made of sand) under his paw. He throws it square into your side!!. He laughs at your reaction, before laying down and spreading out on the sand. "Sorry! It was an opportunity that COULD NOT be passed up! Now onto that story.." (go to 2B)
3A. “Well then, what about Embers that Light the sky? The lionesses who gave the stars light?" (If you have move onto 2A) "you haven’t? Great. Oh wa-“ too late. You get covered in burrs! Although laughing at you for falling for such a cub-level trick of the vines-holding-burrs trap, he helps you get the burrs out. “Still wanna hear the story? Alright, Alright, I’ll tell ya” he calmed down his laughter, shaking away the smile that formed as he began speaking. (Move to 3B)
3B. “You see, Embers that Light the Night, also known as Nights Spark; Is famous for giving the stars light, letting us see in the nights. You see; a long time ago, when it was nighttime, it’d be very dark. To the point even we cats- with our superior night vision, couldn’t see anything. It’d get darker then pitch black out there. Only the moon had light; and even then it was dull. Under the moon; Ember was born. Her mother was Uhm..ah…Nightshade, and her father was Crossheart! She turned out to be an obsidian cub, a hybrid cub, I believe a Tiger-I mena uh..Tigon. But she had red paws- a red face too, little marks and spots across her body- red..uh..Vitiligo I think it’s called? She had then tannish stripes along her legs- and pink eyes- really pink. But not intense, kinda soft. Like a love-pink kinda thing. There were these white patches along her back that kinda looked like stars being reflect onto her fur. Not to mention the mostly red tail, tannish bands around it, and the hex-a-gosh? Of red on her fur- as if a constant looks of power coursing through her veins! But her most noticeable feature was her skin. Is was both dark and light blue; with small hints of purple in it too. You see, she was named ‘Black Ember’ by her mother. At this time, the red on her fur was scene was a curse. I believe it was because back then..red meant evil? Hate? Not to sure..Anyways-“ the lion took a breath and cleared his throat, lowering into a laying position, leaning his hind legs out and effectively Laying on his lower side. Letting out his breath as he continued; “She was raised in a happy pride- so,e resented her, I do not know why they would aside from the red marks. But her mother and father raised her- taught her both hunting and fighting. When night hit when she was only 3 yer’s of age, she got drawn to a light- she didn’t know what it was. Being young; and curious, she followed it. And it’s a good thing she did- the den site of the pride had caught on fire. And was spreading quickly. She didn’t know what to do, in her panic she managed to let out a roar as her tail caught aflame- waking her mother. When her mother crawled out the den- it was to late for the camp. She alerts everyone, and they began their escape to higher ground- escaping the flames. She struggled to climb up onto the Rocky Mountains the rest of the pride took cover on. Hanging off the edge; she clawed to try and get up. Flames under her made it impossible to fall down safely anymore. And yet, the leader- Zivar, believe SHE had set the flame. That is an ACT. blinded by his rage; and unable to see what he was doing with he smoke and no light; he clawed into Embers paws. He was going to help her up- but he couldn’t see a thing. Thinking she was up- he let her go. She burned in the fires below. As her spirit went to the skies, she relished the truth—it was a fire started by a wandering cub, because he couldn’t see where he was going. Not wanting another lion to face her cruel end, she made small holes in the sky out of the fire that stayed in her soul when she passed on. These little balls of fire— stars- lit up the nightly skies, so the cats may see. Yet; I’d be a liar if I said that’s where the story ended. She noticed quickly lions were dying, and there were no roles- leaving sounds to wander endlessly. So she gave them a job. Using her fire, every night just before the moon reaches the top of the sky; the lions run across the sky, re-lighting every star. It is believed each star or few is lit up by the same spirit every night. It is believed to this day, she still lights our night skies this way. Wanna hear another story now?” (If no, Go to 3C) (if yes, go to 2A)
3C. "Hah, alrighty. Try not to get BURRED on the way out." He laughed out, pun very clearly intended watching as you left the den. (Go to A)
4A. “Ah..I don’t know much more stories, little creature. Let’s see… have you heard of the 9 great ones?” (If you have, move to 5A)
5A. “Ah..well, those are the only stories I know off. Purrhaps try talking to the ex-travelers of the pride. I’m sure they’ll have plenty to soothe your curiosity.” (Go to 5B)
5B.He side eyes you as you walk out the den. You notice a few lionesses watching you, and a yellow felis male- probably the leader- sitting overtop a large rock, overlooking it all. His eyes land on you- Aaid smiles at you, and just as you thought you were ready to leave-..your paws! They had been bound together by vine! You hear Red spiral snickering at you! And just as your free your front paws you step on a well placed thorn! OWCH! As you fall flat to your face, you no longer only hear Red. Now some lionesses were laughing! And even a cub or two stopped to snicker. You hastily leave, how embarrassing!
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