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Peachfur’s birth was greatly anticipated. His father had been waiting for a son, someone who could take over the pride. The day he was born, the whole pride gathered around as Peachfur’s father roared happily. Peachfur had long fangs already showing and a bobbed tail. It looked as if his one and only son was a primal!
But when Peachfur was about 12 moons old (1 year) it was clear, he was definitely not a primal. At first, his father disregarded it, saying he would grow into a fine primal. But Peachfur’s ears were pointed, his fangs too short, his tail tufted and more like a dear’s tail, and he had grown almost no mane. Peachfur’s father was furious and took him to the all-seeing eagle.
“Oh, mighty king! He is no primal! He’s a felis!” The eagle screeched, chuckling. In his father's pride, this was considered a curse, as neither of the parents was a felis. Peachfur’s father roared in furry, swiping at his son. Peachfur was shocked.
“Leave! Now!” his father roared, snapping his teeth.
“But… what about Mother?” Peachfur said sadly. His father never answered. He chased Peachfur out, vowing that he would kill him if he ever saw Peachfur again.
Another year passed, and Peachfur had been living as an outcast, surviving on scraps. He was strong and muscular, a fine young lion, but had nowhere to go. One day, while roaming the savanna, he saw a pretty young lioness. He approached her, and she didn't leave. One thing led to another and the lioness was having cubs. They built an empire together, a safe haven for all mutations. Of course, Peachfur now needed a new name.
Notable cubs
primal 5x
primal (felis) 1x
primal (ferus) 1x
bobbed tail 1x
Piebald 1x
Primal fangs 1x
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