⛧Mary On A Cross⛧

Bandit 12.10.2021 NRLC 10/15

Missing - Base, Eyes, Skin, Mane Type, Slot 9

~"When someone you love dies," Grandpaw ToastCrunch begins, and you think to yourself that he certainly isn't pulling any swipes with this story today, "I know you'll miss them, but they'll always be watching over you. They'll always be in here, too." He touches his paw to the chest of one of his grandcubs. Immediately, the group of cubs all take it the wrong way, and begin to yell about that cub having eaten their ancestors. "No, no! It's not like that at all! Let me tell you..."~

~While you're busy mindlessly wandering about, Grandpaw ⛧Mary On A Cross⛧ suddenly appears and utters a sort of strange riddle, before turning and scampering off. Huh?? Whatever, you never understood that old kook anyhow.~

~Grandpaw ⛧Mary On A Cross⛧ opens up tonight's story with an anecdote that makes absolutely no sense, followed closely by a fable of fabricated proportions, before he tops it all off with a legend that's full of buffalo dung. Your cubs all turn to look at you with confused expressions on their faces. All you can do is shrug.~

~"Oh, this is a good one," begins Grandpaw ⛧Mary On A Cross⛧. "Once, I dreamed about a way that lions who live far across the savanna from one another could still communicate." The cubs gather around, oohing and aahing as Grandpaw nods. "Impressive, isn't it? It involved a pool of water, spider webs, and a rock heated in the sun. I called it... the interconnected web."~

~Grandpaw ⛧Mary On A Cross⛧'s voice is soft and distant, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "Now, I want you cubs to remember something," he says. The young lions around him all snuggle closer, watching him intently, eager for his wisdom. "Whenever you feel alone, whenever you feel at your weakest, remember that your pride is always with you. You never walk alone when you're a lion - such is the power of the pride."~