Name:Hazel
Backstory:
Hazel was born into a loving pride she was the happiest cub ever until one day she heard lions talking about something hyenas?no food?no it was her mother they said she was injured bad in a hunt so they decided that she was to weak to survive well there leader did any way so the killed her in cold blood hazel had watched it happen right in front of her seens then she has hated the leader

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Name: Lilith

Lilith is a rather tall lioness. And all throughout her life she was always the first, the strongest, and the fastest. Her siblings never wanted to race her because she would always win, over and over again. In Lilith’s early life she was her mother’s favorite but always tried her best to be her father’s favorite or at least make him proud. Whenever her father was watching she would try her best or show off all her skills.

(Sorry this is rather short she is still a cub so I wanted to make the story more cub-like :)

Good luck everyone else who joins!

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name: Vulture

Vulture is a lioness who has never tasted victory. Born from submale, she was destined to never seen the finish line. As punishment of not being of the great Skull Crusher's blood, she was to be beheaded by the man himself in the clearing. Only one yowl of protest rang out, from herself, because the Pride had seen this before. They were solemn, unwilling to look her in the eye and get attached. "Defenders of (Pride), you have all seen the consequences of an affair, so there is no need to keep her waiting." Before the giant masked male was able to extend his claws, which would have gone through her skull, she scampered between his feet and scrambled out into the plains. This no-named lioness was scrawny but clever. She sunk into a mudpit, pretending to have been finished off by vultures. It even fooled the vultures, as the dispatch lionesses who went out to fetch her saw them and fled. She dragged herself out of the impossibly heavy mud, and decided, from then on, she would rule these lands. She was Vulture.

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Name: Zerith
Zerith, born in ash and fire.... A strong cub, built thin and powerful was born in light so strong, it seared her fur as she arrived. The creature's mother did her best to keep her safe, but tired and longing, she could not support herself and succumbed to the dark just as her child came mewling and spitting into the flames. However, this has never stopped her. She is as strong as she was then, and bears the seared markings on her already fire-like coat... Without her mother, she was adopted by all of the clan and taught only the strongest of bearings. True to herself, she is spontaneous and strong, taking down her first rabbit at only three months old. Just as she was borne of fire, she is a powerful light that burns into the realization of her most hopeful ambitions.

(good luck everyone! )

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THIS STORY IS BASED ON THE TEEN VERSION!!!

Name : Quinn
Story : Quinn was a tallish teen lioness , she always loved to patrol with her older sister , Zuleyha. Even though they did not look the same , they always acted as if they were twins.. meanwhile Zuleyha was the most favorite , Quinn was hated for her „ unique ” apparence.. the other elders were always telling her that she should not care about the other females opinion but for her it was different , she always cared about the others opinion. It was one of her worst fears to be judged and excluded from places , eveniments and much more.
Until one day she went for a patrol alone and a group of hyenas came after her without knowing.. after a while she got tired and stopped to take a 5 min small break and regenerate her powers but the next thing that happened had shocked her.. suddenly she got attacked by the respective group , they bit her , kicked , even made fun of her and before anyone came to rescue they left..
by the end she got home , her family being shocked from what happened .. she did manage to get better but was left with a scar on her body..

LUCK TO EVERYONEEEE

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Name: Flaming Sunset
Backstory: Flaming Sunset was a Tall , rather Talented Lioness who just wanted her mother attention for once. It was always her Sister who got all the attention. After years of trying she got sick of her. She asked her to follow her into the Burning Death. A place where no one can survive during the Dry Season, she killed her sister and ran back home, saying they got attacked. From this day on she got all the attention from her Mother. No one knows it was her till this Day.

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Name: Vindex (Avenger in Latin)

When Vindex was born, she had no name. She struggled, falling behind her siblings and all the other cubs in the pride. She was laughed at and her self-hate grew as she got older. With every month, every day, she felt more and more out of place.

One day, Vindex went out to the watering hole to find some cooling water to drink and some shade. She smiled at herself while she calmed down, finally allowed to be alone and in peace. No cousins swiping their claws at her, laughing while little bits of blood trickling out of her wounds, no siblings yelling at her to do better and improve in training.

She looked up from her drink, and saw a young cub, across the water, drinking. At first Vindex felt a prickle of anger run through her. But then she saw that the cub was sitting there, all alone. Just like her. She didn’t think, she walked over there. Not out of curiousity. Not out of pity. Out of something she could almost define as comradery, despite the fact that she didn’t even know the little cubs name.

When she approached the cub, she looked up at her, and then immediately looked down “Hello,” Vindex said.
“Hello…” the other cub responded, looking down shyly down at her paws. “Uhm..” she said, pausing. “I should go, Mother doesn’t want me interacting with cubs in other prides…” and began to scamper off.

Desperation and the sense of losing something filled Vindex’s chest. “WAIT!” She shouted, her voice cracking. “What’s your name?” she scrambled for a subject.

The little cub paused. “I… I don’t have one,” she said.

“Neither do I.” Said Vindex, smiling. “Want to meet here tomorrow…?”

“Yeah,” she said, and ran off, until she was nothing more than a speck on the horizon.
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For months and months the cubs met in secret, playing in the open plains, their laughter and cheerful banter filling empty space. One night, Vindex’s friend had to go, promising to see her the next day. Like always. It was their pact, because they were sisters by something more than blood.

That’s when Vindex heard a bang, louder than elephants,, coming from the distance. It was coming from the direction the little cub had gone in. Vindex ran back, to find a strange vehicle with humans in it. Vindex had been warned to stay away from humans at all costs.

And one of them was leaning over her friend, her neck covered with blood and with humans leaning over her, yelling in a reign language. Red-hot anger, coursed through Vindex’s veins, mixing with adrenaline. Vindex roared, running, and sunk her claws into the human two feet from her’s chest. And she tore him apart. Until the other humans jumped in their veichle and sped away.

Vindex sat next to her friend. Close to dead. They shared a silence. “You know, friend, I have thought of a name for you. Friend. That’s what you are. That should be your name,” Vindex said, tears coming to her eyes. Friend looked back at her, letting out a shaky laugh.

“I was once told…” she paused, wincing. “Vindex, avenger, that’s yours,” she said, and Vindex laid down next to her. “Thanks for doing that, glad it got what it deserved,” Vindex nuzzled Friend. “Goodnight,” Vindex said, and laid beside her friend as she slipped into eternal sleep. Or she hoped.

Vindex howled at the sky. Like she might find friend there, like she might hear her. And that is why Vindex is forever for her childhood roaring up at the sky. And maybe… maybe Friend can hear her.
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Jeez i didnt realize how much i wrote. (Btw the roaring reference is to what a cubs pose is. See how their mouths are open for no reason?) anyywaayyyysssss good luck everyone!!!

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SplotchyBeet484 wins I like their story the most

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The next cub up for the story contest is this pretty girl. Btw guys I like all my cubs I just don't have the room for every single one of them.

https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794157745976

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Name: Fiery

Fiery is a stubborn and cocky lioness who is quite weak but always seems to start trouble. She is so kind to her siblings and values her elders more than anything. When Fiery was just 3 months old she had trouble eating due to her crooked and hooked teeth. It made it painful and hard to chew the flesh off of the carcasses. She eventually learned to eat in an odd way but isn’t painful.

(THIS IS JUST AN EXAMPLE OF THE TROUBLE SHED GET INTO)

“Fiery trotted across the rough, sandy ground. Tripping over rocks. She smacked her lips as she noticed her mouth getting dry. She scouted for water before looking for something small to practice her hunting with. Soon, Fiery came over a hill and saw a huge waterhole. Her pupils dilated as she saw a family of warthogs coming out their den. As soon as she saw them she completely forgot how thirsty she was and leapt over the hill and ran towards the large, female warthog. Fiery, being a short adolescent at the time was somewhat short and unthreatening. So as Fiery quickly approached the warthog she stopped abruptly in her tracks and pulled her ears back. The warthog made a loud snort and charged at Fiery. At the time she was unsupervised and hadn’t had much experience. Fiery panicked and ran away as fast as she could, remembering what she came there for she had gotten distracted. Fiery was running fast, the warthog close behind, as she remembered she didn’t see the rock the was approaching and tripped over it. The warthog caught up with Fiery. Fiery swiped at the warthog as it head-butted Fiery repeatedly. Fiery then bit a hole in the warthog’s flank. The warthog ran away squealing. Leaving Fiery sitting down panting, she licked her bloody lips and decided she’d find somewhere else to drink. She walked away from the waterhole. Still tripping over rocks.”

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name: BloodPaint

bloodpaint had liked to get into trouble since the first day she was born, when she had rolled out of the nest and started crawling to other pride members... she had gotten in trouble every day from then on out, her most recent was making friends with a rival from a different pride....

her worst was getting someone hurt while hunting, they had distracted there fellow hunter and gotten them almost fatally injured...

however shes trying to change that but not really doing so well...

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You approach Grace, who is tending to a wounded cub who has injured his paw on a thorn. She looks at you, and you look back. Her blue eyes are full of concern, yet her body seems steady. She motions at you, gently, to take a seat while she tends to the young cub. She whispers in his ear, nuzzling him. When she finishes, the cub's tears which had wettened his fur had been washed away. 

Grace turns back to you, saying, "Thank you, y/n, for your patience. What brings you here?" You cock your head to the side, wondering what she could have possibly said to the little cub to make him stop crying so quickly. She seems to understand what you're trying to ask by the way you look slightly to the side, embarrassed you don't know how to comfort fellow lions. She smiles, and sits down.
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Grace begins her tale.

"When I was born, a new king took over my pride… my mother… I remember so little of her. All I really have to remember her by are the blue eyes she gave me…. but in any case. My mother was a lioness who was newly claimed by the old king. She was wary, as when the old king approached her, he was already weak and dying. But who was she to argue to having a community? It was better than roaming in the mountains, all alone, until the day she died, alone.

The new king was cruel. He killed almost all of the old kings lionesses in the plains, outside caves, but my mother survived. She ran, far, far away. She came to the humble cave of a gorilla, who took one look at me, but glared at my mother. “Only the cub can stay…” he said. My mother could not provide for me on her own, so she left me, only a newborn, in the gorillas arms.

I haven’t seen my mother since. She promised she’d meet me one day. Somehow. I can’t be bitter, she was looking out for the both of us. I thought I would find salvation in the gorillas cave, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. When I stepped inside, there were perhaps a hundred cubs inside.

They rested on high ledges, some sleeping, some playing. Some of them had scars running down their legs and their faces. All different colors and ages. But all of them wearing the same heaviness that made me quake. And there I was taught the ways of healing.

It was a young snake named Greta. She approached me, and talked through with me everything that had happened. She showed me how to heal scars, both mental and physical. And there I trained. And trained, and trained. I managed to help many of the cubs living in the cave.

When my work there was done, when I had improved living conditions there, I found my own way. I’m going to be a traveling healer when I’m a full-grown lioness. I need to be. There’s so many lions and animals suffering… I can’t just stand by and watch them be helpless like I was.

I’m sorry, traveler, for rambling on. It’s selfish,” she finishes. You give her a look, trying to convey that it’s not. She smiles a bit, and then scampers off, to see if there’s any other cubs she can help. Her work is far from over.

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Name: Rust
Rust loves to be around young lions and cubs. She tends to be clumsy and lost in the clouds. Rust was abandoned by her pride when she was very young, her father took her on a long walk in a field filled with flowers and butterflies. Being the curious cub she is, she chased a funny looking butterfly. She became tired and went back to her father only to find he wasn't there. Rust cried out helplessly, hoping to find any animal that would be nice to her. For a few days, she stayed with a cheetah mother and her cubs. The mother led Rust into a lions territory, hoping that Rust would see another lion and be with her own kind. A submale on patrol found Rust and was confused as to why a little cub like her was all alone. The submale picked up Rust by her scruff and took her to the pride. Rust has lived in the pride ever since.

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Name:Light sky’s

Backstory:
She was born a very quite loin she was terrified of her leader she didn’t train due to his disapproval she suffered dearly throughout her adulthood gaining many scars from her leader barley getting any prey ,when her cubs were born she decided to kill her leader,she didn’t want this for her cubs even if that meant killing her father or father of her cubs she would protect them at all causts but this came at a price her becoming mute she could still send signals but she would never speak again…

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