Maarja, aptly named, was an untamable rascal. She loved playing silly, teasing tricks on her pridemates, such as swiping their food portions, or stealing the pile of soft things they slept on every night. But her pride leader, the mighty Aeschylus, was very hot tempered. When Maarja stole carcasses from the hoard, he was furious. In a fit of rage, he leapt at her and chased her out of his territory, into the unknown. Maarja blindly wandered, until she came to the giving tree. There was some food there, and kind lions always came by, looking for cubs to adopt. But, due to Maarja’s reckless nature, none of them wanted her. Until her birthday. A strong primal lion came by, seeking a cub with intensely golden eyes, like Maarja’s, for the gorillas. He made a brusque gesture at her, and she obediently followed him to the Gorilla Enclave. There, she was delighted to find lots of cubs playing happily with heaps of toys. The primal lion handed her over, accepted his reward, and went away. A friendly gorilla showed her to the play center, and excitedly, Maarja went to find the snacks.

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Name: Warbound

Warbound, a hot blooded female, wasn't always named Warbound. As most cubs grow into their names as they age, though named early for her great skills. As many saw her as a force to be reckoned with, one cub would hiss and she'd hiss ten times stronger, fight back faster, and was known for her great hunting prowess. Acquiring the name after mercilessly winning a game of 'king of the mountain', batting every other cub away and even her older siblings on her father's side, each one taking a nasty tumble down the hill. Yowling in victory as any big cat does, staking her claim in spite and strength. Though her victory short lived as she noticed one last cub trying to sneak up the hill, claws already out to strike she stopped. It was a young, meek cub, perhaps one of the new ones born to the pride. In dignity, she let it climb the hill and claim her old spot on the soft ground. It mimicked her cry, trying to act fierce even when all that came out was a mew.
She alone learned a lesson then, it was good for one to be strong, quick witted, and sharp nailed, but it was another to know restraint in
ones actions. By sheathing her claws in purposeful defeat, she felt happier knowing she caused another's joy instead of pain. A lesson every young lion should learn, now she's dead set on being of help to her pride. From wrangling cubs to hunting for baby elephants. Even sometimes trying to follow the pride king, her father, out on a quest to adventure like he does. In the thoughts he might need her help, which sadly he did not. Though she did not mind, work was to be done at the pride, now she is a sweet tempered adol- learning lessons daily.

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Name: Lillian

You approach Lillian. Her head snaps up at you, her intense gold eyes staring… her paws shaking. “Go,” she says, close to screaming. “Traveler, I cannot tell you my story right now. The power is too much to handle. Run before you get trapped in my story,” she says, the gold from her eyes glowing brighter and brighter. You want to help, but your muscles freeze, and you can only stare at what must be a dream. Because it has to be a dream. It has to be. You turn to run, but you trip over your paws, your heart thumping. And everything turns to gold. Bright gold… then dark black.

When you open your eyes, your thoughts are blank and your eyes are not your own. You cannot control your own movements. “This form is better, more accessible,” a voice says. It echos from the depths of the earth, from the heights of the clouds. Ancient and foreboding. “Now shush. And listen to me and watch,” the voice says. Images start to populate your head as the voice speaks, her voice as steady and soft as flowing water.
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My name is Lillian, named after the delicate white flowers that used to float and grow near my river. My mother was a mother of four, and was still learning how to provide for a pride. It was difficult, on the account of her being no more than a newly claimed lioness, and my father being a cruel, overbearing lion who screamed at us when the falcon he took us to told us we were healthy.

When all of my siblings had been checked, he cast us out. I remember it so vividly… I was 6 months old. He came, teeth bared, coming at us. His daughters. Us, the objects of our mothers’ affection. She threw herself in front of us, trying to put up a fight. But she didn’t last long. The rest of my siblings ran… I sat there in horror as I watched my mothers eyes go blank. I wish I could find them.

It was then when I felt a sharp object go into my neck, making my vision go blurry, and making me collapse on the ground. “Pick it up, the experiment is complete,” I heard, as I drifted into nothingness. When I woke up, I was surrounded by humans in white coats, each mumbling and talking. I banged my paws against the box of metal bars they had put me in… I couldn’t break out. I banged and banged until an human with a big nose walked up to me.

“Hey, this little one can fight. Should we try it out?” Other humans peered into my cage to look at me, each one holding needles. “Yeah,” another said. And with that they kept injecting me with needles. Making me go into capsules that altered my body, making me young and old, It split my brain apart, mushing it and swirling it… But as my mind fell apart, I became stronger. Stronger than ever. And it’s getting worse, the episodes… I will drag people in.

They tried to warp time and space and use me as a test subject. It has backfired. Backfired. I cannot control this power, this effect my existence is having on this world. you must run. RUN!” And as the last word is spoken, you run, waiting for the little cub to calm down.
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Eh. Not my best work but was fun to make some sci-fi LD stories.

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Name: Enansal {Elven for Gift}

Enansal's mom was unusually close to a Hyena matriarch, which would explain why, while most were struggling, her pride was well fed. As 'payment,' the matriarch asked for a cub of her choice of the pride, as her clan had yet to produce any female cubs of their own. as such, Enansal began her life split between her mother's pride and her aunt's clan. One day, as she was wandering with the clan and she got separated. The Lead of a nearby pride found and returned her when she lead them as far as she could remember...and smelling of Hyena. As a thank you, both her mother and aunt offered Enansal to the leader. now...a new chapter, begins...

{tbh, not my best work... normally better at this...used This as inspiration.}

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Next round is up. This morher and her cub are both up for the story contest. You must include the cub snd it's mother in the contest entry. It will end when the cub is weaned.

Mother link: https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794156215573
Cub link: https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794160696042

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Clover sat at the edge of the den watching the little cubs of the pride run around she sighed she didn't want to have to watch some cub even her own but here she is sitting pregnant with a cub or cubs. She laid down in her nest taking in the quiet den and falling asleep.
*Timeskip to after she has him*
She looked down at the small cub nursing his little pelt soft and fluffy. He smelt like flowers she realized after pressing her nose against him. His small quiet mews made her look down his eyes were closed but she could tell he was looking at her she softly licked his pelt letting him know she was still there. She thought maybe just maybe looking after a cub won't be bad after all."Welcome to the world patches my sweet baby boy"

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Prince Sundust was told stories of many great kings by his mother, her tales of greatness and power in the paws of lions that all had humble beginnings had lulled him to sleep nearly every night. As he grew big enough to play with the other Cubs in the den his mother went further off on more hunts. And he would help the females raise their Cubs. When he was an adolescent he realized how disappointed each female would be if she had a male cub, soon after the male was weaned he would disappear. When he asked his pride leader, melodi what had been happening she told him that there were no need for males in the pride. This confused Sundust, so he asked why he was kept around. Melodi smiled and said the Sundust would be her heir, ruling over their pride. Sundust recalled all of his mother's tales and energy sparked though his paws, he raced to find his mother and tell her the news. When he found her digging into a zebra with the other females he told her that he would be the next pride leader. She smiled and said that she had known from the start and that she would help train him. So she did. And he became a wonderful king and the nursing lionesses told tales about him to their Cubs as they slowly drifted into sleep.

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Sundown and FireSpy grew up in a brutal pride where every lion were against them, Sundown fought hard to keep the other lions from attacking FireSpy hissing and clawing at them to drive them back. One day a lioness got a little to brave and pounced on FireSpy causing them to roll down a hill into another lions territory FireSpy jumps up and lets out a growl which makes the other lioness pound on him again when his neck in there jaws, at the moment FireSpy's mom jumps in and pounces on the lioness causing them to run away with only a bloody side. Sundown and FireSpy then head back to the pride only to get bad looks and a surely angry king who chases them out the pride saying, "Don't ever come back." Sundown and FireSpy wonder miles and miles until they find a resting spot, they rest for the night and wake up to a cub tugging on Sundown's tail. Who was this cub? This cub was the son of the wisest lion of the lands, as they wake up and open their eyes the cub scurries away in flash. Soon they hear rustling in the bushes, it was the wise lion he looks down in pity he says "Why don't you guys join my pride." Glaring and the male as he could be a threat in the future. He begins walking to his pride and they follow, he lets out the loudest roar but softest one and all the lions turn towards him. "This is our new pride members they will be treated with respect, do you hear me." Every lion says "Yes."

The end.

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Ok now that we have at least 3 entries I have made my decision I've read over all the stories and I like Karos the most. Karo please mail me and let me know when your ready for both.

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