𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄

Before joining her pride, she was a loner. She traveled, earning her reputation as a "savage" lioness when in reality. Shes simply a protecter
𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 stood before her soon-to-be former king as rage bubbled from deep within her. Just in front of both the lioness and the king was a pile of reddened flesh and blood. The pile was her first litter, but their lives had been greedily taken from them. She was filled with a rage that could not be contained any longer as she stood, sizing her king up as he swiped at the pile of flesh like he was making a sick fool of 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄.
`` You are next. `` The king hissed, baring his blackened teeth that were tainted with the innocent blood of her cubs. She had no other choice but to go, if she didn't want to die. 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 had worshipped the cat Goddess Bastet for moons before she gained the news she was baring cubs which WERE thee cubs of her king - but he did not believe her. He believed that the cubs were the offspring of one of the lions in the enemy pride.

That night 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 bid farewell to the miniscule amount of lionesses she knew and she bid farewell to the remains of her children.
``ᛗᚨᚤ ᚨᚾᚢᛒᛁᛋ ᚷᚢᛁᛞᛖ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᛈᚨᛏᚺ. `` She mewed, bowing her head as warm tears streamed down her muzzle. ``ᛁ ᛋᚺᚨᛚᛚ ᚠᛁᚾᛞ ᚾᛖᚹ ᛚᛟᚡᛖ ᛟᚾ ᛗᚤ ᛃᛟᚢᚱᚾᛖᚤ. `` 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 choked back wails of pain as she walked away, leaving heer old life of terror and fear behind. As the moon began to rise to the top of the midnight sky, a figure appeared in the distance. It was light in colour, which was unusual at such a time. The figure had the scent of fear clinging to their pelt that floated away with every light breeze. This bought comfort 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 for whatever reason - surely one lion's fear would not bring comfort to another, but this was an exception.

She trotted closer to thee figure, her ears perked and her head held high to try and catch any scents. The lion turned their attention to Raven, their mane smaller than her old kings. This male was clearly bigger, sharper teeth too.
`` Hi? `` 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 mewed, getting even closer to the lion.. or lioness?
`` ..Hi? `` The big lion replied, their head craned in an unsure glare.
`` I'm 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄. ``
`` I'm Ulfur, ``Ulfur drew in a deep breath. `` You smell.. like you're apart of our- No, my old pride's enemies. ``
`` Not anymore I'm not. `` She replied. `` My cubs were just murdered - so I left. ``
`` Oh. Soooo? Uhm. I also left. ` 𐌒𐌵𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌂𐌉𐌐𐌂𐌄 nodded to the stranger, then she began to speak. `` Want to join me on my journey? ``



Heat 1: 1 cub
Heat 2: 3 cubs
Heat 3: 1 cub
Heat 4: Bought, 1 cub
Heat 5: