hiya! I would be willing to do this! it may take me a day or so, but does the pirate have a name?

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Imma try......... The heir looks good btw!

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^ His name will be Ruth!

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@kel TY!

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Erm

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Sorry that did not mean to post three times

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do we post the finished product in this thread?

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^ yes!

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✮CRASH✮
a loud strike of lightning awakens the pride, as the pride begins to gather outside to the empty den of the queen. a tragedy.
"Where is Goldenhoard!?" a younger male panics, trudging around frantically. not long before tripping, and landing at the paws of a tall, gruff looking and dirty pirate. he flashes a toothy, yet sorrowful grin to the younger male, and steps back, trotting sadly to a tall rock.
"YOUR QUEEN HAS DIED! you no longer have anyone to protect you! the hunters are coming, and you will all soon be wiped out if you don't protect yourselves!" he roared, adjusting his own pirate-esk hat.
"Who are you? have you killed our queen?!" an elderly lioness snarls, limping up to pirate

he sighs, and offers a remorseful glance, his deep saddened eyes gazing her very soul "Not me, your queen was becoming weak, she fought as hard as she could, and in the end it wasn't enough. she will be honored, but you all must move on" he places a paw on her shoulder blade, giving a light and comforting pat, before lowering his paw back to the dirt
"and how do you suppose we fight these 'hunters'. most of us are elderly, or far too young! and how do we even know these hunters are real, you're a pirate! for all I know, you could be swindling us out of our territory. this is preposterous!" she huffed, pushing his paw.
"I can assure you, I have no interest in this forest. I'm really more of a sea-man myself" he laughed softly "you all may stay if you like, but there is no guarantee of your safety"
the elderly lioness scoffed, and walked away, trudging back to her own den.
the next morning, a younger lioness, around 3 was sobbing, holding the mangled body of a cub, no older than a month. around the wound was dark purple cracks, as if it was caused by a magic of some sort, and a broken arrow lay in the dirt near the sobbing mother. "what happened...?" the pirate, apparently called 'Ruth' as he had previously revealed, trotted over solemnly.
"The-the hunters! they're real! m-my son..." she sniffled, hugging the lifeless body of her cub
"its not safe here, not at all. please," he pleaded "you all need to find somewhere new to live, before all of you meet terrible fate." he turned away, and began digging a hole in the dirt near a flower patch, for the dead cub.
the elderly lioness from the night before walked up, and sighed "alright everyone. pack your things."
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after many a day of walking, the small pride had finally reached a cave near the coast, with jagged rocks in the shoreline. several lions had... met tragic ends during the trip there, but most who had made the trek were in fine condition, or at least well enough to go on a quick hunt. before setting up 'camp'
"I'm sorry for your territory, and your queen. but those of you that made it, will be safe and comfortable here. there are beds of moss all over, and welping beds of kelp. please eat, and get a good nights sleep. you will need to be rested for the rest of the journey, this is your new home.
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the new king, 'Ruth' was loved by all, the lions of his pride were grateful for their safety and care. he had taken them in during the harshest times, and created a safe haven of trust. he was an amazing king, and his pride grows every day as many seek out the blanket of safety in his territory.
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(HIII I hope this is good! I haven't written lore in a very long time, and I hope you like it! sorry its so short TvT

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(Your CSS messes up my focus and blurs my vision for some reason so excuse me if something is wrong)

The rumble of a tree falling awakes Goldenhoard, regaining her vision after trying to blink it back for a few seconds, She notices the tree has fallen oddly close to her den…

“GOLDENHOARD!” A female yelped in a worried tone, skittering over to her. “Are you hurt?! What’s going on! That tree fell so close to you!!” Goldenhoard groans softly, shaking her head.
“Don’t worry, I am perfectly fine, dear. Nothing has happened to me, now, go back to your resting spot. I will be fine.”
The female let out a mumble, her head lowering as she quietly walked away, still quite worried.
“Goodness…” Goldenhoard mumbled as she walked out to the now fallen tree, the tree was perfectly healthy just the day before?? Maybe it was just some bugs that had taken advantage of it.
At least it didn’t hit her, I guess.
Goldenhoard looks around slowly, taking notice of her surroundings, Jesus… it was as dark out as a cat’s eye!
That bone marrow had definitely taken something out of her.
Goldenhoard turns around, her tail swaying behind her as she walked back to her den, keeping an eye out for any other tumbling plants.
She lays back down, setting her head down on her paws as another loud noise rings through her ears, her eyes shooting open… blood! Blood! BLOOD!!!!
Goldenhoard shoots up onto her feet, her eyes focusing on where the loud noise came from, a poacher! Really?! She began to sprint towards the pursuer in a moment of desperation to save her pride, she pounces and fails, a bullet going straight through her flank.
She goes falling to the ground, a loud rustle of grass coming with it.

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An older lioness let out a sigh, a younger male that looked like a pirate of all things had stepped up, really?
The male was strutting around with his new title, half of the females wished it wasn’t a permanent king but just a substitute until an actual candidate comes up to take the place.
“Listen—Can you just… huff… Nevermind.” Another female attempted to speak, giving up quickly seeing as the new king wasn’t too worried about anything so far

(I might edit it but this is all I can come up with so far, its 10 in the night rn……… and I am TIRED)

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This contest will end on Halloween!

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