𝓘𝓫𝓲𝓼

This bio was made by UnlifeTheZombie (#134502)

bis hurriedly ran over to the two cubs that were play fighting, but got a little too wild when one of them accidentally bit the other cub’s snout, which made her angry, and that’s how the fight started. The female started using her claws and fangs against the male cub, meowing furiously as blood trickled down her jaw, drip, drip, drip. Another meow of anger mixed with agony sounded once more as she put her paw over the wound. Well, that’s going to leave a bad mark, Ibis thought silently to herself, as she picked up the young male cub in her mouth to protect him from the young raging mess that was still furious.

By god, it was only her first day on the job as a broodmother of her clan, and this had to happen when she only turned around to take with one of the lioness for 1 second. Asking help from another lioness, they finally got them apart, without any other injuries, of course. After everyone was settled down and off to play on their own, with supervision from another broodmother, Ibis went to the young female cub to tend to her bleeding wound. With close inspection, she was thankful that the wound was not as serious as she thought it was, although, pretty sure that it would leave a visible scar after the wound healed.

However, the cub was sadly crying, though not from the pain. Ibis, concerned as she was, asked why the little cub was crying, as it was obvious that it was not because of the pain. “I…I’m not pretty anymore…” she started to cry again. Ah…so that’s what she was worried about… She gave the young cub a smile, laying down, she licked the cub’s forehead, which made her stop crying. “Don’t say such foolish nonsense, my child. You are beautiful. That wound, it’s nothing compared to the heart that you so truly have, as you are beautiful on the inside,” as the cub was listening to Ibis, her eyes grew wide with happiness, and relief. Thanking Ibis, she went over to play with the other cubs again, in which the young male cub went over to apologize, and the female cub accepting it.

What a past… she thought, as she laid on the cold hard ground, feeling the chill of the air that was taking over her body. A nice peaceful life, she lived. A little mayhem and chaos here and there with the cubs throughout the years, but she did good. She enjoyed the life she had, before passing on the role of a broodmother to the younger generation, she was old, unable to keep up with the cub any longer. The moon, shining brightly, calling her forth, towards the bright light. Now the journey to this very moment has ended, remembering the first day she was chosen to be the main broodmother of her pride. It was a wonderful feeling, yet nerve wreaking at the same time. Alas, all is in the past, a past that will remain with her forever, as she slowly drifted off into eternal slumber.