Or really just one major one, I was considering doing a roleplay based around her and her jungle and still might but I just wanted to share what I had.

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Bast
Daughter Of Apademak and Tefnut | Older Sister to Menhit
Protective - Vindictive - Proud

She fled the Celestial Kingdom as an adolescent, escaping into the darkness of the Voidrealm, the endless black expanse beyond her father's kingdom where creation dares not touch. There, once long out of sight she fell into a deep sleep for two long years due to her severe mental and physical exhaustion, her dreams leeching from her body and into the nothing below her to blossom into a patch of existence that grew with each day she slept. When Bast woke, to her surprise she had created a small paradise in the cold emptiness. She set about exploring it, observing each fantastical sight and smell her mind had unknowingly conjured. There were many plants clustered in the tiny jungle, varied and colorful, warm in the light of some hidden twilight that could not be seen above where there was no sky. But there were no animals either, no sound, not even the rustling of leaves in a breeze. This little ray out light in the dark felt hollow, she realized, some some corpse pretending it was only playing dead.

Then the noises did start, out in the light eating darkness of the Voidrealm, distant howls and screeches that chilled her very soul. There was no day or night to gauge how much time had passed, nothing but the beating of her own heart and the ever louder wail of some unholy beasts in the dark. The young goddess was frightened, this was a place of uncreation for a reason and she had so boldly swept in and made herself at home. There was a reason she had not been pursued once she left her birth home, here there be monsters. She did not know why her slumbering body had been left alone, but now the unknown and terrible things that lurked in the void were drawn to her...to the faint light of her unwitting creation. The light! They sought it, craved it, what they could not have and only could destroy. Bast knew now what brought Them, she need only fix it, block it if she could. It took many days of focus that was strained by the ever increasing fervor and volume of the keening cries that echoed around her, but eventually Bast managed to produce a shield around her Twilight Jungle. The bubble of celestial material appearing black as a starless night on the outside, while inside she now had an eternal sunset painting the brand new sky above her in purples, pinks and oranges. The wailing had stopped, replaced by twisted and mournful murmuring that slowly died down over many days.

This was her land now, her tiny patch of hidden light in the dark, her self imposed prison. And oh how lonely it was.

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Mutarada
Banished from the Celestial Kingdom for producing an unsatisfactory litter
Wary - Loyal - Meek

The first being to reach Bast was a lioness previously from her father's pride, having been banished and chased into the Voidrealm after producing an unsatisfactory litter for Apademak. Her litter was destroyed and in a fit of frustration and uncaring rage the Celestial god had driven the distraught mother into the nothingness where she wandered lost and frightened by the chittering shadows that followed her. They grew closer and closer until finally she could feel their cold breath at her heels and nape, their sharp and needling claws brushing against her fur as if testing her corporeality, apparently find it satisfactory as they howled in distorted and cacophonous laughter.

Mutarada had no one to pray to, her god had abandoned her, driven her here himself. But still she cried out for someone, anyone to please end the screaming nothing or end her before it consumed her. To her surprise, her pleas were heard as light spilled from from an unknown source with a thunderous roar that sent the demonic beings into a frenzy stuck between excitement and fear. She could see them now, twisted bodies made of a substance so black it destroyed the light, leaving them to being hazy and flickering shadows with too many eyes yet none at all that prowled at the corners of the dim glow bleeding from her savior. Quickly she was ushered into Bast's Twilight Jungle, where the young goddess quickly set to work repairing the breach she had clumsily made in her defenses. Mutarada was and is forever grateful to the princess of the twilight sky, happy to stay put away from the prying claws of the Voidrealm.


Set
Deserter of the Burning Lands - Relative of Apollyon
Arrogant - Coward - Unpredictable

Born to a high ranking family of a head guard and a noble lioness, Set was given an advantage since his first stumbling pawsteps into the sands of his home. Leniency was afforded to him in his tricks and pranks, harmless but irritating as they were. As he grew so did the scope and magnitude of his chaos. The red furred fireball was a flame left flickering in an empty home, just waiting for a chance to burst into an inferno. Things began to go downhill for Set when he was approached by a messenger from the Celestial Kingdom, his seeming disregard for his kin and gift for spreading disorder was just what was needed for them to gain a pawhold into the Burning Lands.

He was promised riches, lionesses, lions if that was what he preferred, freedom to do as he pleased within his own land that would be given to him once the Burning Lands were absorbed into the Celestial Kingdom. He would be untouchable if he helped them. Set agreed, making a big show of indecisiveness that they both knew was more an act than anything else. He began feeding bits and pieces of information to the informant, all the while sneaking in a few lies as he gained the trust of his employers. Eventually, nearly all of the information given was lies, with just enough fact to let them slide through.

Finally, a day arrive where the informant demanded the time and location of an outgoing patrol of border guards, the Kingdom intended to make an example of them as a first strike. Set gave the correct location but the wrong time, so that the guard's scents would remain but they would have moved on, he would say that they had gone early that day and would act frustrated and embarrassed and they would try again. What Set did not count on was the band of civilians that had come after the guards to harvest the thyme that grew in the area, they were massacred instead and the Celestial raiders returned home suspicious. Surely the Burning Lands was not so desperate as the include cubs in it's guard.

Set was shocked when he was accused of treachery by the Celestial informant, but fearful as well, this was his fault and if it was traced back to him then who knew what would happen. He fled, telling no one and running as fast and far as he could. Eventually finding his way out into the Voidlands, whispering out a stream of fire as he went to keep the shadows and murmurings at bay. He still hates the smell of thyme.

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A little introduction I wrote for this particular AU

The Celestial Kingdom is not all that it is made out to be, it is a land of beauty and starry grace to be sure. But every star is a distant sun waiting to burn out, to burn out and destroy everything close to it. A sickness permeates Apademak's land born of his own mind and ambitions, above all else his goals are what matter and those who do not fit into his plan are either obliterated or cast away like a forgotten toy. Beyond the mad god's kingdom lies an endless waste of nebulous darkness known as the Voidrealm, it's only inhabitants being horrifying apparitions from before and beyond time that both fear and crave the light and life they cannot have. This is what awaits those who are not turned to stardust, a fate worse than death. Cursed to wandering in inky black nothing until it weighs you down deeper, deeper, darker until you too are nothing and want only for that blinding, terrible, lovely light you once remembered.

You see that light, occasionally. Leaking out from some hidden thing, a cloaked fortress of life and warmth that you want so badly you can taste it on your dried and black tongue. It doesn't come from the lands of starlight, that is too safeguarded to enter, even staying at the border could wipe you away forever due to the presence of the bright moonlight. But this, a luscious and dim glow, so deliciously delicate. You want it. You want THEM. You cry out, and thousands of others join you. You just want to be let in, you just want to see the light and feel alive one more time...

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That's all I got for this for now, anyone else have any celestial...uh, OCs I guess they are? Ideas of what other children or relatives of Apademak are like?

All of these lions/bgs/items are basically mashups of existing bases and markings with edits to make them more cohesive.