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last 4 heats:
1.nothing 3 cubs
2. nothing 2 cubs
3.nothing
4.nothing
You sat up from a nap and wondered out loud where Dawnfeather went. Her answering voice right behind you scared the crap out of you!
The sky shimmered with hues of pink and lavender, the remnants of stars hanging in the air as if reluctant to leave the waking world behind. A light mist curled around the barren trees, dancing with the distant forms of ancient lion spirits. In the clearing, amidst the shadows and dying light, sat a lioness cub, small but fierce in presence.
Her coat shimmered with an odd iridescence, reflecting the warm light, but it was clear she was unlike any other. Her body was compact, the result of her dwarfism—a trait that had made her both an enigma and an outcast among her peers. Her limbs, though short, moved with a strange grace, and her eyes—sharp and knowing—glimmered with the sort of fire that burned deep within.
With a low huff, she lifted her head, a crooked smirk already forming on her lips.
"So, you're the one everyone's been whispering about, huh?" she drawled, her voice carrying an edge of snark. "Welcome to the land of ghosts and echoes. Bet you were hoping for something more... grand, huh?"
She rose to her paws, walking slowly, her gait uneven but sure. The dry earth cracked beneath her small steps as she approached, her gaze never leaving yours. There was something intense about the way she stared—something that spoke of secrets untold and battles fought alone.
"The name's Dawnfeather," she said, her voice lowering. "I know, I know... it sounds all poetic and regal. Don't let it fool you. I'm not one for prophecies or destinies. I just… survive."
She glanced back at the misty apparitions of lions past, their ethereal forms flickering in and out of existence. "They watch me like I'm some kind of joke. And maybe I am," she added with a bitter laugh. "I wasn’t supposed to be here, you know. Born too small, too weak. Not exactly what the pride wanted in their future queen." Her eyes flickered with defiance. "But I'm still here."
Dawnfeather's tail flicked dismissively as she tilted her head, sizing you up with her sharp gaze. "Unreliable, snarky—yeah, I’ve heard it all. But you know what? You don't get this far without learning how to play the game." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what’s your excuse for being here, then? Come to gawk at the little lioness who wasn’t supposed to survive?"
Despite her harsh words, there was something else beneath them—a quiet strength, a desire to be understood, even if she'd never admit it. Dawnfeather waited, the weight of her question lingering in the twilight air.
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Sir Rex | 👑 Savage Project 👑 (#426481) —Wow a G4 bean (Dwarf, Dawnfeather), and with heaps of BOs; seldom see those anymore, thats a great asset, she is prob the most beautiful Ive come across. Her heri is fine, in fact it is v uncommon to come across what I call a “1-page gen” bean (essentially means all heritage is on that first single page). This is only a positive remark.
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