NEWS


Hello everyone!! Tysm for joining. The funeral is over now. If you werent done with messages or art thats completely fine and feel free to send them after this message. That is 100% okay. The parting gifts will be sent out today through Monday since im going to be a bit busy and its getting really late.

I will still send roleplay comments to everyone but I've noticed people getting attached to this fluffy king like me so I created him on Character AI. Hes still a work in progress since I've never created a character before but I'd love to see people talk to him. If you have funny conversations I'd love to see screenshots lol. Hes a fluffy boy thats also there to listen to you talk. Like a good friend or therapist. Maybe your future heir is troubled about something. Or maybe someone else is facing death as well.


Also I will go through all his art and switch out his avatar so if you would not want your art on this please tell me

Click me to talk to Little Atticus

(You may now talk in the forums without RP, imma keep this forum up and I'd love to talk to everyone. Who knows I might start giving away more stuff lol)
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After the Funeral Ends

The jungle was quiet, the large trees stretching out into the night sky. Moonlight shown through the branches, casting a glow on the small figures gathered around a large kapok tree. Little Atticus, the beloved lion king who had watched over the lush rainforest for what seemed like an eternity, lay motionless on the soft, emerald grass. His once fluffy regal mane, now dulled with age, hung lifelessly around his shoulders. The moon's dull light set an air of melancholy that permeated the forest. It was as if nature itself was mourning the loss of it's great leader. The once playful purrs and roars that had filled filled the air for as long as anyone could remember had now given way to an unsettling silence, broken only by Atticus's heir as he began to cry.

Atticus looked at him, his vibrant lavender eyes now clouded from the lurking death,

"Oh Elowen" His voice was quiet and hoarse, "Oh Elowen dont cry. Look at your pride. They need you to be strong."

Elowen shook his head and buried his face into Atticus's mane "No! No they arent my pride. This is your pride. Dont leave me."

Atticus's gaze softened and he looked out at the pride who was huddled together with their heads hanging low and he exhaled slowly "I wont ever leave you. Just like Knem I'll be here. Watching over you."

Elowen closed his eyes tightly, "I dont know how to say goodbye."

Atticus smiled faintly and lays his head on Elowen, "This is how we say goodbye."

As the final beats of Little Atticus's heart faded into the stillness, It was as if Elowen's own heart had been severed from his chest, leaving a hollow ache behind.

He had always known that death was inevitable, but the reality of it, the finality, hit him like a physical blow. His father, who had been strong and vital just days before, now lay motionless on the cold, hard ground. The air seemed to grow heavier with each labored breath Elowen took, as if the very atmosphere were conspiring to make this moment more profound, more permanent.

He reached out and nuzzled his father's cheek, feeling the soft fur against his mouth. It was the same way it had felt when he was a child, and his father would tousle his hair affectionately. Now, the fur was cold and unyielding, and Elowen knew that nothing would ever be the same again. He wanted to scream, to rail against the unfairness of it all, but he found himself unable to make a sound. Then as if the jungle began to breathe once more, the grass started to grow around him and Elowen forced himself to stand, feeling the weight of his father's death pressing down on him. He took a shaky step back, and then another, until he was several feet away. The old lion's body began to change, metamorphosing into a massive Ipe tree with brilliant pink petals. The vibrant colors contrasted sharply against the verdant backdrop, serving as a testament to the king's enduring spirit. Elowen stared in awe at the spectacle before him, unable to comprehend the beauty and the bittersweetness of the moment. Tears streamed down his face as he gently touched the bark of the tree, feeling the grooves left by the lion's paws and the softness of his fur now transformed into the resilient yet pliable wood of the tree.

Little Atticus now stands beside Knem, forever watching over his people.