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Sleeping with her belly up, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ blinks at you when you approach. Boring day.
You were feeling a little distressed at an argument that broke out earlier. Thankfully, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ came up to you to nuzzle you and tell you it wasn't your fault. She's right - and you feel better.
When you approach, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ walks towards you to graze her side against yours, before starting to pounce on grasshoppers.
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chartreux|2x dawn|raffle prize|clean|F|long gen
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name from Hamburgergirl - ๐ (#237507)
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Reminder to self;
Breed to an albino king during wet season
for a chance at getting cloudburst.
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๐ถ๐ ๐ | G3 DAEDAL (#๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐บ๐ฟ๐ผ)
In the heart of the sun-kissed savannah, where the grasses sway like golden waves, there emerged a lioness unlike any other. Her name was ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐, and her pelt bore hues that defied the ordinary. A canvas of misty blues, purples, and soft pinks adorned her sleek form, as if the dawn and dusk had merged within her very fur. ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐'s eyes held secretsโswirling pools of uncertainty, mirroring the shifting skies.
But her uniqueness became both her blessing and her curse. The pride she was born into, The Rocky Shafts Pride, whispered behind her back. They called her the "Hazy One," their voices tinged with both awe and suspicion. ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ longed for acceptance, to find her place among the sun-warmed rocks and communal hunts. Yet, like the elusive mirage, she slipped through their bonds, never quite fitting in.
๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ wandered beyond the borders, her paws tracing the edges of the world. She sought answers in the whispering winds, the ancient baobab trees, and the star-studded nights. The Mkuu Pride beckonedโa realm of mist and mystery. There, she met the wise old lioness, whose eyes held the wisdom of ages. ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐ spoke of destiny, of how the colors within ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ were not a curse but a gift.
"Embrace your haze," ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐ said, her voice like distant thunder. "For it is in the blending of light and shadow that true strength lies."
๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ returned to the savannah, her heart lighter. She found her way to Nzuri Pride, a haven nestled between the dappled forests and the shimmering grasslands. Here, acceptance flowed like the gentle river, and each lion bore their own unique markings. The leader, havshsh, welcomed her with open paws.
In The Nzuri Pride, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ discovered her purpose. She became the guardian of the Nzuri Oasis, where the water sparkled with every hue imaginable. Her rosettes glimmered like forgotten constellations, and her presence brought peace to those who sought solace. The other lions no longer whispered; they celebrated her kaleidoscope existence.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ stood atop the highest rock, her coat catching the last rays. The haze around her seemed to dance, merging with the twilight. She gazed out at her prideโthe misfits, the dreamers, the ones who carried their own storms. And she knew she had found her place.
In the fading light, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ roaredโa song of acceptance, of belonging. The savannah echoed her call, and the stars blinked in approval. She was no longer the Hazy One; she was ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐, the Colorweaver, bridging day and night, blending the ordinary with the extraordinary.
And so, under the vast African sky, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ found her peaceโa lioness who wore her haze like a crown, and in doing so, illuminated the hearts of all who looked upon her.
