DONE! FINALLY DONE! :D Here it is! (By the way, I really love the line, "...sillhouette of a shadow..." near the end! :3)

Gazellestep’s stomach sagged under the weight of her cubs. She could tell that they were due any day now. Her king and lover, Baobabstar, strutted up to her, proud of his lovely mistress and her success in pregnancy. Although Gazellestep wanted for it not to be real, she knew something was seriously wrong. Her mind began to drift as she thought of the outcomes, her feelings sculpting her face into a blank expression, staring straight through Baobabstar as if he were invisible. “Gaz,” Baobabstar said as he nudged her, “What’s the matter?” Gazellestep shook her head and shoved the bad thoughts to the recesses of her mind. “Nothing,” she sighed, dipping her head. She didn’t mean to look submissive, but apparently it seemed like it, since Baobab tucked his gentle muzzle under her chin and lifted her face. His golden eyes bore into her brown ones and his seemed to search for what she had tucked away in the back of her brain. Not finding anything, he took his muzzle from under hers and told her in soft tones, “Keep your head up and your heart in the right place, you’ll raise those cubs well, I just know it.” At that, Baobab turned and began to walk away. He was only about a yard away when he heard his love snarl in pain. The contractions had begun.


Swiftly, Baobab spun around and came to Gazellestep’s side. She let out another loud snarl and clenched her jaw in reaction to the pain. Something was definitely wrong; cub-birth had never been this painful and abrupt. In the panic, several pride lionesses had scurried over, Dapplestripe and Cloudshadow first, only to be quickly sent to fetch the new shaman, Fawnpool. The two returned with the shaman, who looked like she had previously been asleep. Despite her grogginess, Fawnpool was quick to come to Gazellestep’s aid. She sent Cloudshadow, followed closely by Dapplestripe, to go and grab something for Gazellestep to bite onto. The two companions returned with a broken elephant tusk just as Gazellestep’s first cub was born. Gazelle’s fears resurfaced as she felt the first cub. He felt… not normal. Something was wrong with him and the lioness hoped deep inside her soul that it was just her mind playing tricks on her. The tiny male was vastly undeveloped, and lacked most of his facial structure and his right back paw was twisted and deformed. Gravely, Fawlpool picked up the cub and tried to feel a pulse. She felt nothing but fur and skin between her gentle jaws. No heartbeat, just a cold, gray-furred body. She set the stillborn cub down gingerly onto a scrap of fur from the pride’s last meal. Gazellestep grew increasingly weaker as her contractions continued, painful and slow. She bit hard onto the tusk preparing for the second birth. The female was born almost like the male, still and pulseless, but missing her tail and entire right back leg. Fawnpool set the tiny female down next to the male and sighed, spirits broken.

Gazellestep grumbled, more weak and tired than usual after her birth, but hoped that her suspicions of disaster were false. “Fawn,” she whispered in an exhausted tone, “Let me see my children.” Fawnpool looked down at the lioness laying at her paws, “Okay, but I don’t think you’ll like what - ”

“I said, bring me my cubs, Fawn,” she growled in a harsher tone than she meant.

“Very well, but I’m warning you, Mistress, be prepared,” Fawnpool sighed as she scooped up both cubs with her jaws. She lay them beside their mother as Gazelle lifted her weary head to see them. Her brown eyes that were previously glimmering with excitement faded and turned dull upon resting them upon the cubs in Fawnpool’s jaws.

“Those aren’t mine,” Gazellestep said. voice hollow.

“Unfortunately, Mistress, they are.”

Gazellestep felt hollow herself, numbness coursing through her veins. The numbness and lack of strength took her over and she allowed her eyes to drift closed as her head fell to the ground with a hard thud. “Mistress,” Fawnpool squeaked as she set down the stillborn cubs and rushed over to her side. The surrounding lions and lionesses closed in tighter, only to be ushered back by Dapplestripe and Cloudshadow in order to give the shaman and her patient their space. Fawnpool set one light paw on Gazellestep to find a pulse. Fawnpool’s skin shuddered as she touched the skin; it was cold and dead, despite the lioness only just dying. Fawnpool dipped her head down and walked solemnly toward Baobabstar, who had been standing silently, like the silhouette of a shadow. “Dead,” Fawnpool sighed, locking eyes with the devastated king. “D-dead,” he stammered, attempting to make sense of the situation at hand. Fawnpool nodded slowly, closing her blue eyes in grief and respect of her fallen pride-sister. A brownish lioness parted the crowd and approached Baobabstar, pausing only to rub her head in his neck, a gesture that was not returned by the king. “It is a sad day indeed, my king. But perhaps Gazellestep was chosen by the gods to return to them, for her coat was blessed with their holy breath.” The king smiled sadly, “Yeah, Vulture, maybe she did and she needed to take her cubs with her.”

A burial ritual was held the next day and Gazellestep was laid to rest with cubs, named Ashcub and Smokecub by Baobabstar, by her side. Their grave was marked by a large baobab tree by the edge of the territory. It is said that every year, around April or May, the tree bears fruit that is unusually silver in color and drops exactly three, one large and two small fruit, onto the burial site. Perhaps it is truly the gods at work. Some say that she died of a broken heart, others say that the gods simply wanted her back up there with them, but now, only Apedemak knows.

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Bookmarking for later~! :D

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Thank You! ^-^

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Hi, are you still going this? I think I want another story :3

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Yeah, totally! I just need to finish up the one I'm working on! ^-^

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Can you pm me? I want a kind of complex story. Can you write wolves too?

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I wrote this story for my Mrututu and I thought I'd share it!

The unnamed adolescent stood stiff as several multicolored lions passed. They carried sacks of beetles with them, both gold and silver species contained withinin the animalskin, keen to be spent on different wares. He stood in his father's lot in the trading center, a bustling hub where lions bartered and traded valueables, food, and even pridemembers like himself. It was noon here, the prime hour for trading. Lions of all colors and mane sizes stood proudly at the head of their lots, guarding their products and throwing prices to passer-bys. The adolescent puffed his chest out and raised his chin up awkwardly, trying to look as appealing as possible to an interested buyer. "Poppa," he asked, tapping his father, who was scanning for potential customers in the crowds. The tall king turned his head towards his son and snorted rudely, giving the young one the permission to speak. "Poppa, will I be bought," he asked sheepishly, "And maybe be a king one day?" His father took no hesitation in answering with all of the vile and venom of a viper, "I hope you'll be bought. If not I might have to do some... cruel things. But to answer your second question, no, probably not. You're not heir material, I'm only asking 300 silver beetles for you, anyway. You're blue, who on earth wants a king that looks like he's rolled in one too many plums? If anyone even buys you, you'll probably only be a chew toy." The adolescent sighed at his father's insult and resumed his awkward stance.

Dozens of lions had passed by within the time of an hour, most not giving the adolescent a second glance as they passed by, admiring the other, less <>blue lions. It was unbeknownst to him that his base was actually valued in the market these days. His base, referred to as Slate, was only accessible from attaining and breeding to the exotic and adored lioness from far away lands. Unfortunately, the markings that adorned him could easily trick the untrained eye into seeing the base as Maltese, which diminished his chances of being bought. Down the way, an elegant young female was sold off to a light purple-ish male who handed his animalskin sack to the purveyor of the lovely lioness with the glazed-over eyes. She was guided gently by her new king and appeared to be blind.

As the adolescent stood entranced by the blind lioness, he noticed an elderly lion approach the lot where he resided. A little female bounded after him, a striking crimson coating her back and speckles adorning the oddly colored fur. She wore feathers behind her ears and in her tail and possessed a huge pair of white, feathery wings that allowed her to glide and leap around without a care in the world. The old king was battle-worn and close to his time. He walked with a slight limp and had a kind face unlike anything he had ever seen since he was a cubling. The old king strolled up to the lot and spoke to the adolescent's father. "Good day," he said, bowing to the king in greeting, touching his nose to the ground and lowering himself down in respect. The strange male stood up to be eye-to-eye to the king and drew a sort of feline smile at the king. "I'm interested in your boy here," the male proclaimed, motioning over the exited female. She bounded over and began to inspect the adolescent, stretching her neck toward him and ruffling her wings. "Fine," the king grumbled, "But don't expect to be impressed."

The female looked at him first, sniffing his legs and head while he sniffed her in return. She rubbed her wings together, extenting them and retracting them. She buried her snowy-white muzzle into his sunset-colored tufts of mane. He lowered his head onto hers as she began to groom his mane and bluish fur dotted with specks of white. He, in turn, groomed the crimson fur between her shoulder blades and on the back of her neck. She lifted her head up, connecting her blue eyes with his colored hazel with green and orange hues mixed in. The odd male chuckled, once again portraying a feline smile, "I see someone's in love! I'll take him." He picked up his animalskin bag and handed it over to the tall king. The king took the bag and dropped it to the side. "Thank you for your purchase," he grumbled, shoving the adolescent down off the stump he was standing on. The adolescent stumbled before joining his new king and new love. "Bye. Have fun being a chew toy, cub," he scoffed, beginning to head off towards the pride with the 300 silver beetles in tow. "Actually, sir," his new king said sternly, "He's not going to be a 'chew toy,' he will be the next king of my pride," his new king said, a slight growl in his voice, "Now thanks for the bargain." The trio walked off as the other male sulked away in the distance.

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Hi! I was wondering if you would mind writing the story of how my King (Genos) and his Queen ( Uma) fell in love and became mates? ^^' I would do it myself, but I absolutely can not write love scenes without them seeming forced!

It doesn't matter with me how long, I have the SB for however long you choose!

Personality for Genos: Stubborn, independent, awkward around cubs and those he cares deeply about, can be cruel at times, sometimes flying into fits of unexplained rage where only Uma is able to calm him down.

Personality for Uma: Quiet, friendly, stubborn. Has a good heart, and loves cubs. Is normally very calm and hard to anger.

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Okay, thanks! I'll write you down! :D

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Thank you! :D Do I pay now or after?

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After, It's best for you decide and evaluate the story to see how much you want to pay me. c:

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Okay! :) Thank you again!

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You're Welcome!

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hii!
I'd like a story for my two favourite lionesses who will be retiring soon!! I figured I'd get them a "going-away" present before they kicked it :')

boob's personality:
loyal/calm/nondemanding/avoids confrontation/dislikes change
overly cautious/pushover/easily hurt/few deep friends/co-dependent

bee's personality:
enthusiastic/risktaker/motivator/energetic/popular/talkative
overbearing/foolish/impatient/shallow/showy/scattered/unfocused

and basically each story would outline them coming to the pride and disliking each other at first but then becoming friends.
mahboob came first, so she disliked bee because bee had stolen all her thunder
and bee didn't like boob because she was prettier :B
but they bond over the death of their old king aberdeen and get sold to a new brute king and have to stick together uvu/

i will send the SB now !!

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Okay, cool! :D

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