Petal

Petal. The last child of a great king, the first king of a great pride. She had massive paws to fill and tried her hardest to be as inspirational as her father was. She made sure to set a good example to cubs around her and hoped to become an excellent huntress.

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Her father and the rest of the pride held her to high standards and she took it all in her stride, being faithful to the Silent God. However stories the elder Yasmine had told her of the old Gods intrigued her greatly and she searched for signs that they still existed.

In a small tree hidden deep in Feeking's territory she had made an alter to the old Gods. She brought them offerings of small kills and pretty things she procured from times exploring.

During the night she snook away from the pride and headed towards her secret tree, under the canopy, away from the Silent God's one watchful eye. She carried in her mouth a shell from the giving tree, an offering to the water Goddess Leau. Under her Silent paws leaves barely made a sound and sticks wouldn't dare snap.

At her carefully made alter she gently placed the offering down and said a prayer in a low voice. A prayer that Yasmine had taught her, "To the water Goddess, I offer my aleigence, I worship your waters and tides, bringing life and with it the glory of your presence, please accept my humble sacrifice, swallow it within your salty seas and take it down to the depths along side you, know that I follow you."

Petal takes a moment to sit at the alter breathing in the crisp evening air. A moment of peace away from the watchful God and her over bearing family. Peace that was relished and rarely granted. She was ever greatful.