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Born: 11/13/17 - Stats: 410
Cathal (Ca-hall): Invincible in Combat
Mother: Kaley
Father: King Kastor
You attempt to praise Cathal for a great job in that last play-tussle, but he shook his head and tells you it's all because of your great training.
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When he was born, he knew. He was different from his pride-mates. Different from his littermates. In coloring, he was similar to his sisters, they were all reddish, but... he was different. His teeth, longer. Tail? Next to non-existent. He was different.
When he turned five moons, he was crowned heir by his adoptive father, and given the name Cathal, invincible. Barely a cub and expectations worth the world were placed upon his shoulders.
He grew up differently as well... not raised to be underneath someone as his cousins were, but raised to be powerful. He sparred with King Arlen nearly every day and spent the nights going out patrolling with his cousin Brannon, getting experience about the world outside of the pride. He was told to be humble, but confident. Powerful, but kind. Never eat before the rest of the pride, you must watch out for them. If tension rises, it is up to you to calm it. You are my heir, so act like it.
At 4 seasons, he fell in love. Not with his proper queen, his sister, but with a secretive lioness intimate with beauty. Solange, the secret barer. His sister may be beautiful, but even she was hardly a match for this lioness, with her eyes like gemstones, and her claws as sharp as a shark tooth.
At 19 seasons, he became king. He gained his title of honour, Shadowstar. He was powerful, but he was still untrained, so he worked. Within his first month, he was allowed into the shrublands. An accomplishment, for sure. Not even a year later, he was able to journey to the jungle. He progressed and progressed, becoming more impressive as he went.
At 8 times around the sun, he tried to claim a beautiful lioness. They'd come every few months, and until then, he'd just had to sit at the back of the crowd, watching. But now, they'd actually have some interest in him! The thought made him purr in the back of his throat.
It was ten and a half times around the sun. He was getting old. Not truly old, no, he still has a few years, he can feel that. But it was time to find an heir. To train an heir, too. He chose one when the cub was but four moons old. This heir, he was like Cathal... No tail, bigger, stronger. Sharp teeth. Except, this heir was even larger. And his mane (something which Cathal lacked) was very present. He named him... Arlen. After Cathal's adoptive father, who raised him, and trained him, and cared for him.
Nearly twelve times around the sun... Arlen is an adult, stonger, and he's beautiful. A handsome, large prince, worthy of leading this pride. Named after his grandfather, Arlen will be a fantastic replacement, he is sure of it.
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