You step into the jungle, passing from a space of trees charred by the recent fires to a true city of birds all colors of the rainbow is singing atop your head, a rich emerald green canopy rest above laying spotty sun patterns on the soil, the tree's roots twisting and winding on the ground. It's hard to step without stumbling every once in a while, it almost feels like they try to grab your paws. The jungle is never quiet, it breathes and moves and roars all around you, life vibrating all around. There are no traces of humans around, not even trash that usually litters the lands outside of this patch of green peppered with bright colors.
You feel your shoulders sag with relief as your back is spared from the scorching sun above, it still feels horribly hot nonetheless. As you look around you notise the jungle isn't as well off as it seems. Dried creeks run every which way, entire colonies of ferns are reduced to shrivelled statues and you can hear skeletons covered by the hungry undergrowth crack beneath your paws. But that just makes the jungle sound even wilder, defiant against the strife and fighting with teethand claws bared to survive the heat.
That's when you come across what you were looking for.A huge, actually no, TITANIC fallen tree emerges from the jungle, it's ancient as most climbs up it's sides and a small stream of water goes through an entrance, but it looks almost carved. As you come closer you find many holes in it's sides, a strange glow and a nice scent wafts from inside. You enter and the floor is carpetted with lush moss with the stream of crystal clear water winding all around, herbs and poacher clothes in tatters hang from the ceiling as the adolescents jump up to catch them, the clothes look splattered with something dark... oh. Colorful butterflies and fireflies are chased by cubs and there's many hibiscuses decorating the walls.
A big cream and brown male is standing to the side, a beby of cubs standing around him as he tells a rather embelished story with him in it, all the cubs look at him, their faces mixed with skepticism or in sheer awe.
Another adult, a blueish female stands some waysaway with other adolescents, seemingly teaching them about the lands outside their pride. All the adolescents look at her to make sure they're not missing anything, while also seeming thoroughly entertained.
They look up to you and exchange a look, the female urging him to go, puffing his chest and smiling widely he walks towards you with a confident stride.
"Welcome dear traveler! Yours truly name's Curt, don't fawn too much." He makes a flowery gesture with his paw, his booming voice atracts some younger lions. "Oh and taht's Lapa over there." He adds non-chalantly, gesturing to his pridemate who huffs a greeting. "This is where those amongst us with wanderlust either stay and train to someday leave on their own or search for a new pride, they all leave when they become able to live by themselves as adults. Rules are there." He points to the wall.

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Only 2 cubs per player per rollover
Accepting lions of others prides!
Lions will be put up for trade and removed from the topic at 2 years old
First come first serve
NO BEGGING OR FIGHTING
Do not shame anyone for their writing or roleplayingstyle or you will be reported
Lions claimed but on a cooldown/other condition will be tagged as reserved
Don't kill, chase, nature reserve or otherwise use lions that you have adopted as fodder, you can adopt them out, sell them or just bring them back
RP responses are expected, there's no guidelines apart from common sense and not spamming so clutter in the topic is avoided, you'll be ignored if sending DMs or asking out of rp. Complaining about this will also be ignored
Include the NAME of the lion you want, IDs and links are less convenient for me, taht's why each cub and adol has a unique name

Cave

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Below are short "encounters" for each cub to make RPing easier

Dawn
You sit down by the water, thankful for the refreshment during this impossibly long dry season. You heat a shrill snarl and see a female cub scare off another cub, surprisingly older than her but not wanting to get her cross. Now alone she looks down at her reflection, dutifully watching for any burrs or tangles to quickly get them off her fur.

Shore
Some adolescents are sitting around in a circle, they don't seem as carefree as the cubs and glance out of the sheltered tree to the scorching outside. A light cream she with barely visible pink undertones comes over, cracking jokes about the animals stumbling around like they have leaves for legs and stuff like that, not stopping until each adolescent has cracked at least a smile.

Glassy
A bunch of lions walk away from a certain spot, looking annoyed, curious you walk over to see a small cream and faintly blue cub running form one to another. She's chirping bad puns non stop, but usually her listener leaves before she can finish, not to be deterred she catches sight of you, appearing before you in an instant to ask you what a short bridge is called... abridged, hardy har har.

Coal
Quite the commotion catches your attention. You turn to see a cub struggling against a black adolescent who took her toy. The adolescent doesn't seem keen on handing the bone over until Lapa walks over and sternly tells him to give it up. He seems angry but plops the bone down... on the cub's head, they sniffle a bit before taking the bone with them, Lapa is about to scold the male before he gets up and starts to bound away, but her runs right into you.