Her backstory, created by
{ Wraithjelly ☘️ }
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Creampuff’s cubhood was filled with terrors that she would be forced to relive until her paws left the Earth. Her former pride had been starved— the humans were snagging all of the prey on metal strings, suffocating them until they died. There was no food left for the lions. The pale lioness cub decided to try and hunt for herself, stepping out of the safety of her pride. After futile and fruitless searches, she came across a cave. It smelled heavily of meat.
It made her tongue swell and drool spill out of her mouth. She entered with clouded caution, which turned out to be her downfall. There was a lion in the cave who spoke to her. He spoke of sharing rations with her if she tried on one of his masks. She was eager and hunger driven, mind swimming at the thought of juicy meat rolling across her tongue. Creampuff allowed him to fit the mask over her ears, though as soon as he did so she became notably woozy.
Something was shoved into the muzzle of the mask— something bad. Her head dropped as her vision darkened. The lioness awoke, the mask unable to come off. The lion purred and teased her, telling her that she could take his rations now. He watched her try to scrape up the bits of meat with her claws, the cub sobbing softly, tears falling onto the floor. He tricked her.
The mask lion wrenched her face towards his, slitting a mouth hole through her mask with his claw. She then stuffed herself with meat, taking as much as she could carry in her mouth back to her pride. They were horrified. Their faces were mortified, the lionesses snagging the meat from her mouth. After all was gone, the pride began to push her away. She was ugly. A rotting goat head for a face wasn’t a good look.
Creampuff’s pride eventually banished her from their ranks, throwing her out into the wild. She wandered for miles, vision limited by the disgusting vessel. Soon she stumbled across another pride— they were fortunately kinder than her place of birth. They accepted her with open arms, appreciating how the mask worked as armor against concussions and scratches. Some lions even began crafting their own masks to wear during battle.
Her daughter, Orange Peel, especially praised her mother, wearing a mask in honor of the hardships Creampuff had been through rather than as a source of protection. Creampuff had grown proud of her masked face before long, slowly gaining her confidence once more as the years flew by.
All of Creampuff’s offspring that still reside in this pride will wear masks in honor of their mother.
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Creampuff, Streak Of Death rolls on her back in front of your paws, inviting you for a gentle tussle.
Creampuff, Streak Of Death greets you as you approach, and prones herself in front of you, nuzzling your paws.
