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September
Gregarious Swarm 1/2: 9/6/2021 (Glaze), need undersides in 3 (25x wings)
Mark of the Swarm 0/1: need marbled underglazein 4 (20x wings)
Augur fur
Eldritch eyes
Seer divination
November?
Windfall vitiligo in 5 100
January?
White hyena unders in 7 100
Onyx vitiligo in 9 100
0 month(s) old: A cub is born to an unlikely carrier. She is small, meek, but she possesses the marks of King. He is pleased with her, but you do not think she will make it through the night. The wet, mewling cub squirms, almost like she can...hear your thoughts. A chill runs down your spine. Surely it's just a fever.
1 month(s) old: Weird things have been happening around the Pride. These weird, big bugs have been showing up. They look like grasshoppers, but...different. King shows no emotion, he is unshaken as always. Everyone fears these strange creatures, but Cub. She's weirdly interested in them...
2 month(s) old: Dreams, far stranger, have come to haunt you each night. You see Cub, innocent, playful, rolling in the dirt and mewling. Your paws feel weak suddenly, buckling beneath your weight. Rigidity grips your body, and weirdly enough, you can see yourself shaking violently. Through Cub's eyes, you notice your eyes have rolled back in your head and you are "seizing." Foam bubbles at your mouth, stiff legs and paws quaking in the dust. "Mother?" Cub questions, and you beg her to not get too close. Those strange bugs from the month prior erupt from your mouth, flying in clouds out of your throat. You startle yourself awake before whatever happens next.
3 month(s) old: Skin begins to hang from your body. You begin to feel tired easily, and you have noticed bags starting to dwell beneath your eyes. You're only 3 years old!! Cub looks at you funny.
4 month(s) old: You awaken to King prodding you with his massive paw. It's about cub, and you must hurry. You hope to the Ancestors everything is okay. Apparently, Cub had a vision...she saw swarms of smoke, clouds waving in the sky of dark insects. She was running, fast and far, to tell the rest of the land they were coming. The local shaman whispers something to King, and he nods solemnly. It is dismissed for now...
5 month(s) old: (September Day 1) This time, your dreams do not wake you. It is King's loud roar of alarm. All the lionesses gather beneath him, and he speaks of plagues that have come to the lands. Cub seems undisturbed. Cub is named "Seer of Swarm," and you lick the rough fur around her neck. She turns to smile back at you, but her eyes are a sickly yellowish-white. You leap back, and blink a few times. "Mother?" Seer mewls, and she has returned to normal. The shaman wants to check you over afterwards.
6 month(s) old: (September Day 2) The shaman placed a blessing on you from the ancestors, but you can't help but feel far from them. Seer plays like the other cubs, but you know she's different somehow. The plagues of locusts haunt your dreams, and sometimes you feel a tickle in your throat.
7 month(s) old: (September Day 3) King speaks of an entity, supposedly destined to help the prides through the plagues. He doesn't trust him all that well, but it's the only hope he can hold out. Things have calmed down over the part month, but you've been coughing a lot lately. There's this insatiable tickle in your throat. The thought of it brings you into a fit, and you feel something like a blade of grass emerge from your throat, quickly blowing away in the wind. Was that...a wing???
8 month(s) old: (September Day 4) At night your skin crawls. You can no longer sleep without feeling like Seer is watching you, with those piercing eyes. Something is rotting inside of that cub, brewing, storming, begging to be let out. King won't listen, and the pit of dread inside your stomach grows each day.
9 month(s) old: (September Day 5) Seer has begun to sleep with the adolescents now, and it seems to have calmed your worries slightly. Every now and then you hear buzzing in your dreams, like you are paralyzed and can no longer move. It chills you to the bone.
10 month(s) old: (September Day 6) Seer was injured while wrestling at cub training today. She got a gash from a cub's tooth, given, its fangs were way too long. When she showed you, it looked like she was bleeding...black ooze. You looked up at her, perplexed, and she was trembling, moaning and wailing like she was decaying before your eyes. Gurgled croaks bubbled from her mouth, more of the sludge erupting from her eyes, mouth, and nose. Her skin hung off of her body, almost as if it was going to melt from her. You gutturally scream, scrambling back on your paws, and as soon as you blink, she's back to normal, frantically asking you what's wrong. The shaman returns to check you once more.
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