Kamari

Every time you get comfortable for a nap, Cub keeps trying to eat your feet. Maybe you ought to swat the little bugger. Just a little. They'd get a kick out of it anyways…

You're chilling in the sun, and suddenly proc runs by screaming and laughing. What on earth…? Are all cubs tiny nutbars?


Kamari was no ordinary lioness. With her striking rosette-patterned coat, a unique inheritance from her mother—a leopon—she stood out even among the vibrant landscape of the savannah. Born into a pride shadowed by an ancient curse, trust came as rarely to Kamari as rain on parched earth. The elders whispered tales of betrayal and sorrow that plagued their kin, leaving them trapped within a circle of despair; thus, Kamari grew deeply suspicious, wary of both friend and enemy alike. Her younger sister Darcelle mirrored her in both appearance and temperament but carried an innocent hope that often clashed with Kamari's guarded nature.

Together, the sisters shared dreams of escape from their cursed home. While others remained resigned to their fate, invested in loyalty to each other over faithless spirits lurking at every turn, they plotted furtively beneath the cloak of nightfall. It culminated one fateful dawn when they discovered an ancient pathway hidden behind thorns and shadows—a route whispered about only in hushed tones between wary glance exchanges among older lions. They ventured forth with determination belied by fear until finally breaking free into uncharted territories filled with tantalizing new opportunities—but unknowingly transported remnants of their pride’s curse along with them.

Their arrival at a new pride stirred curiosity amidst intrigue and skepticism alike; whispers followed them like shadows eagerly grasping for darker truths held close to the heart. As mistrust began coiling tighter around Kamari’s spirit than ever before while she navigated this unfamiliar terrain bustling with strangers wielding different customs distinct yet alluringly inviting⁠—sitting alongside tiny wounds left raw after loss would cloud discernment replaced solely by fading embers once burning bright against all odds entailed prior dread visited upon her humbly adorned visage- it became painfully clear that not only were barriers sprouting anew pulling camaraderie sharply apart; consequences sewn through choices unknown loomed heavily overhead promising further dismay within greater tomorrows ahead still shrouded far away beyond reach! Now burdened not just by fears borne long but also tainted connections forged finally—and fragile hopes flickering fleetingly before slipping futher unseen —only time could formally unveil whether redemption sparked again or spiraled down irrevocably towards demise instead...