Scarrage walks up

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Adhama
The maneless lion glanced around his surroundings, nearly stepping on a cub as one zipped past him. "Sheesh, those little things are fast.." He muttered to himself, tentatively raising a paw, keeping it lifted high enough in the air just in case another cub ran by them.

Sighing, they thought it'd be no use to try and explore any further, so they slowly padded over towards an enormous acacia tree, settling himself down underneath its long branches. They silently appreciated the amount of cool shade the tree had provided him, lowering his head down onto the soft grass. A warm feeling of happiness fizzed through her as she felt the soft breeze gently run its invisible fingers through her fur, only ruffling it by a bit.

(haha personification go brr)

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Frostleaf looks beat up as she limps in, Terrified and skidish. She looks around and flinched when a stick snapps

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GoldBlood was viewing the territory, a traveler under the acacia tree when he saw FrostLeaf, he got to her quickly, trying not bring attention to her.
"Are you okay? Eh- what happened?!" His voice was shaky, he didn't see lions he'd mentored hurt often

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"Just micheal being a jerk bc my cub, and I quote, "wasn't pretty enough". He'll let me keep the cub tho, I can't say that much foe some of the lionesses. He chased ones cubs as soon as she had them." She lays down in a grassy spot

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Cassia

The blind lioness roams the pride, walking among it’s lilies and gardens , listening for any signs of life. She had finally grown use to the world around her after being taken in by the pride- although she still remained wary of any male lions she ever had to come in contact with. Today- she tells herself, trying to convince herself, easily doing so due to her naivety, she was going to leave the pride she stayed glued to. Today- she would finally break free from the shackles those cursed lions- those things did to her. She finally felt cleansed of their touch, hiding her difficultly hidden, large scars, in the obvious shapes of claw marks, skid markings, along with the occasional beating of a stick that engrained into her white, snow-like fur.

And today it was. She was already out of the pride, although the lionesses whom raised her remained wary- the king had given her permission to leave. To them, she was still a sickly, abused and traumatized dying cub who desperately needed saving- and she still felt like it. Sometimes she would awake in cold sweat, shouting for her mother. She never learned the lioness’s name. Just that she was her mother. That she saved her. She would sob and weep into the soft feathers of her nest, muffled noises echoing throughout the secluded, small forest she was given. Despite her fears and their worries- she still somehow managed to get away, although a few moths still linger onto her white veils and ammonite jewelry, which made soft jingling sounds as she walked, a soothing and familiar sound for Cassia in a world so knew so little about, except for the large, bright ideas she made up in her mind.

Now- she heard the hysteria nearby, startling her as she takes a quick step back, the whining and worried cries and hushes, the quick flow of the river nearby- the flapping of her moths wings, is all Cassia can relay on. Their muffled cries are to little and quiet for her to understand. ‘ Why are they crying- Is- is it distress? No- are they hurt? We have to go help- but what if whoever hurt them is still there? , thousands and hundreds of thoughts run through her easily troubled mind. ‘ whatever- they’re hurt! ,’ is what she thinks lastly, holding tightly a pouch of herbs and bottled water she brought if harm came her way, made out of the same rich silk as her veil, tied with the same rope as their ammonite jewelry. “ I- I heard the cries- does someone need help? ,” she asks, unsure if she is facing the right way, having to seek out the injured by the soft whines they let out- unable to have heard the nearby lion’s claim by the loud noises her heart made- to focused on every little thing to hear the big ones.

( Sorry for any mistakes / incorrect grammar- currently on mobile!’ )

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"Oh hi.." frostleaf replies, u can hear the tremble in her voice "uh if u wand can u take a look ah my back right leg please, I see u have a herb pouch and I think it might be broken.."

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Cassia

“ oh. ,” she says, pausing for a moment, still tightly gripping the pouch in one hand, before breaking her frozen pose to carefully swat at her moths, collecting them with a soft touch of her paws and placing them on her back where they nibbled on the rich, whiteness of her silk veil. “ O-of course. ,” she responds in an awkward, hurried voice. “ I- if you would, could you please come a bit closer, and put the injured limb under my paw- I’m afraid- ,” she pauses, taking a sharp inhale of air to continue her speaking, having slurred everything together last she spoke. “ I can help. W- Would you mind telling me how it broke- it could help me fix it faster- an-and more easier, too. ,” she waves her paws about, blushing under her pure white fur, feeling a mixture of embarrassment, uncertainty, and wariness. But- she also felt a sense of freedom. This was something she could do where she past wasn’t looming above her- where lionesses and the king remained stuck to her side no matter what trivial thing she was doing. Making her way over to the source of the whimpering and cries, she slightly bends down, above the cub and about a foot away to be able to properly listen and feel for the cub, taking out her herbs and water, the moths wings fluttering on her back at the sudden movement.

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Frostleaf walks over and gives cassia her paw "my king did this, I didn't bring home a cub a few days ago and my cub I had wasn't pretty enough, but I can keep my cub at least." She sighs "I wish he was kinder, but he doesn't seem to know how to be, he's always angry unless he's with the cubs..."

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GoldBlood wasn't good with herbs, but he recognized a medicine lion when he saw one, even if it went by a different title where the glowing lioness was from. He kept quiet, letting FrostLeaf claw at one of his paws while Cassia found her way to the injured lioness.

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"My cub is gorgeous, Micheal is just dumb

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GoldBlood nodded and licked her ear, still staying quiet for the medicine lion to do what she needs to.

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Shadowpatch runs up kinda bleeding "I beat him up!!'

Frostleaf looks at her "U lost huh?"

Shadowpatch just smiles and nods

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Cassia

“ Oh. S- so did it break when you were- um?… ,”’ she is unable to manage to string her words together, sighing as she continues to feel for the injury- suddenly, a small dog-like creature runs up beside her, it’s tongue loose, sticking out by it’s side, it’s mouth already full of herbs, having saw the situation before Cassia could even get to it. The animal was Cassia’s helper when it came to things like this, helping guide the lioness and asses the matter at hand. He also made sure to bring some soothing jasmine for the injured cub, smiling over to Cassia despite the lioness’s blocked eye-sigh- she’d name him Pidge, a fitting name her adolescent self gave for the then hand-sized animal. “ Th-thank you, Pidge. ,” Cassia mutters quickly, trying to focus on wrapping the bandage around the male-shift cast she made for the cub’s broken leg. “ Ju-just give it some time.. it should heal soon. I- I’ve had my share of injures- so it would be best if you’d not do anything.. dumb? ,” she is unsure of how to word it, swaying her hands around. The lions where she was raised and came from spoke differently then the ones here- but she was lucky enough to have been taught their languages and way of words.

“ A-and you.- I assume you’re their guardian? Pl-please don’t play off your cub’s injuries next time. ,” she says, muttering between words, stuttering on her words and pronunciation. “ I- I’m no mother- but- They could have seriously been hurt wi-with an injury like that. ,” she takes up her herbs, now placing them back into her pouch, letting the moths around her roam free again, although a few linger to nibble on her silks.

(( So, so sorry about the late response!! My bus was late and the wifi wasn’t on my side!! ))

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"Oh I'm not a cub but genuinely thank you, we don't have med lions in my pride sadly" frostleaf looks at shadowpatch "ur dumb love"

"Ik but someone had to do something about him, and no ma'am nothing is broke with me" shadowpatch keeps her smile on her face

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