Khepri | PON

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"Khepri plopped down next to you, asking about her dad. Not this discussion again...

Khepri enthusiastically brought you a wildebeest liver as a treat! Too bad it's your least-favorite food. Ah well, she doesn't have to know that."
Story: The Runaway Leopon
In the heart of the African savannah, where golden grasses whispered secrets to the wind and ancient acacia trees stood as sentinels of time, lived a leopard cub named Khepri. Her fur bore the dappled patterns of sunlight filtering through the canopy, and her eyes sparkled like clusters of stars.

From the beginning, Khepri sensed a subtle difference within herself. While her family was a pride of majestic golden lions, Khepri had been born with a pattern that set her apart from her pride. With age, her spots darkened and became more prominent. The lions would stare, their golden eyes wide with astonishment and uncertainty, every time they saw her. Khepri, aware of the growing tension, felt the weight of judgment upon her.

One torrential night, she fled into the darkness, her lithe form disappearing into the storm's embrace. Rain cascaded from the heavens, washing away the scent of her pride, leaving Khepri to navigate the tempest alone. She journeyed through the night, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The roaring thunder mirrored the turmoil within her as she sought solace in the shadowed realms of the savannah.

Driven by an innate sense of survival, Khepri wandered into a deep gorge, its rocky walls rising like ancient guardians against the tempest. The wind howled, carrying the echoes of her family's roars and the distant thunder. The rain-soaked ground beneath her paws became treacherous, and before she could comprehend the danger, the earth gave way, and a torrent of mud and stones cascaded down the gorge, ensnaring Khepri in its relentless grasp. Panic surged through her as the mudslide carried her downward, the world blurring into a chaotic blend of earth and water.

The storm's fury intensified, and Khepri, helpless and trapped, clung to the hope that her spirit would not be extinguished in the dark abyss. As the storm raged on, a solitary cub fought against the merciless elements, her spots now obscured by a torrent of unforgiving rain. The echoes of the lion's pride's roars were drowned out by the thunder.

First Litter Results:
No pons, 1 achromia; 1 double ros, 1 triple ros

Second Litter Results:
No pons, no muts; 3 double ros

Third Litter Results:
No pons, no muts; 3 double ros

Fourth Litter Results:
No pons, no muts; 4 double ros

Fifth Litter Results:
No pons, no muts; 2 double ros

Sixth Litter Results:
No pons, no muts; 4 double ros

Seventh Litter Results:
No pons, ? muts; 2 double ros