Doe
Daughter of Carmine
{Cubs born into Pride: 3 | Cubs rejected by the King: 3}
● Breeding Goals ●
Cimmerian Margay
● Bio ●Newborn : Doe is the eighth cub born to Vesper. She was birthed in the morning during the middle of the wet season.
{Vesper inspected the third cub, her colors very similar to her sister but seemingly duller. She didn't pay him much notice either, putting all her focus and energy in taking over breakfast instead. She pushed, climbed, and squeezed her way through, over, and around her sisters until she had access to whatever teat she desired. He could already see she was going to be a handful, and that was a good thing, but he wasn't sure she was going to stay. He would wait and see. Vesper looked to Carmine, her gaze settling on his. She must have known his thoughts, because he could see the displeasure in her stare. "You may name this one, but don't get attached. She may not be here for long." With that he left her, letting his lioness process his words and cool off. If stares could kill, he would have been severely injured.}
Young Cub: Doe loved tussling and wrestling, but it was hard to find a willing opponent. Even the older cubs didn't like playing with her. Seraphina said everyone thought she was too rough, and she needed to be gentler if she wanted to play with them. Something about not making them bleed. Hyacinth says that their all just weaker, the soft kind, and Doe agrees. At least she had Bambi to play with. She loved fighting just as much as she did, and she was the best opponent. All Doe had to do was challenge her sister and she would do everything to prove her wrong. She would fight her for her favorite teat, spot beside mom, or who was the better sister. It didn't matter what it was, it was worth fighting for. They both agreed on that.
Cub: Training could be frustrating, but Doe mostly enjoyed it. It was fun when she was able to use her teeth and claws. She learned a lot and wanted to learn more, that's why she was excited to move to Pride Cavern. Doe was going to learn how to hunt! She was going to take down prey twice as big as her and use her teeth and claws every day. She couldn't think of anything better.
Adolescent: Doe was a great finisher on a hunting party. Everyone learned that very quickly when she was given the opportunity to help bring down her first animal. The only thing she had to work on was not mutilating it. She could get a bit excited...and prey that were ripped open did not make worthy meals to bring home. But after months perfecting her killing blow, Doe was able to strike with deadly precision. She couldn't wait to graduate and earn her spot on a hunting party, and then maybe get a scar or two.
Adult:
{ 2 year, 11 months old} - Doe watched as Vesper left her sister's nest and headed to her own. He had let her keep her cub and she was pretty confident he would grant her the same. Her daughter was striking and obviously came from good genes. Vesper approached her in a good mood, but the serious note in his expression when he beheld her daughter, made her violent. She lashed her tail as he took a closer look, smelling their daughter and nuzzling her a little, before addressing Doe.
"I'll be taking her."
"You can try." Doe bared her teeth when their gazes met.
"Doe." He said her name with all the authority of a command. "I needn't remind you of Pride Law. She is mine, before she is yours. As far as drawing blood, Mother's den is not the place to do it. You know better." The last few words were more a warning than a scolding, she could tell in the glint in her Kings eyes.
Doe's tail lashed violently as he leaned down and picked up her cub. Her claws unsheathed and sheathed as she fought the urge to swipe at her King and sink them into his face. The urge didn't leave her even when he disappeared from the cavern for good.
5 months old - This season, Doe gave birth to two cubs. One male, one female. From the moment they were born, a protectiveness burrowed deep within her chest and showed no signs of leaving. Her King had taken all of her sister's cubs and each time he left with a cub in his mouth, the more vicious she felt. She was ready to fight this time, but the look Bambi gave her just before she left cleared her head. She understood them not wanting to stay here a moment longer, but they were waiting. She knew they were also expecting her to be on her best behavior. There was a warning in Bambi's eyes an unspoken threat if she gave into her violent impulses with their King. It was the most difficult thing she'd ever done, but when the time came Bambi watched Vesper and Condor take her cubs. She almost made it through, but she couldn't resist the urge to swipe at Condor, catching his cheek as her claws raked through the air.
The Heir let out a pained, surprised snarl from the back of his throat, earning the attention of their King. With one swing of his broad head and a burning glare, Bambi settled herself back into her nest. Condor growled, leaving with her cub in his mouth and his tail flicking. She didn't dare leave Mother's Den until they had disappeared. Despite the remnants of anger and loss, Doe was eager to tell her sister how she left the Heir something to remember her by.
{6 years, 6 months old} - Lost sister and littermate, Bambi.
Pride Interactions
~● You find Doe sniffling sadly. It turns out, they got pushed away from the carcass by the others and now they're hungry. Poor little one! You scrounge up some leftover scraps for them, and they are delighted.
{9 months old}
~● You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Doe to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.
{4 year, 5 months old}
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