Written by Kel (#193740)
--thanks babe <3--
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Soft light caught the minuscule grains of dust suspended in the air. A side effect of the nearby parched riverbed, dried from the seemingly never-ending dry season upon them. This dry season was difficult on Pussywillow's pride. Prey was scarce, and the local hyena clans were growing braver and braver, stealing prey right from under their noses. She had to do something about this. She had to prepare her pride for war.
Scattered about the shriveled riverbed were groups of lean lionesses of many shades. Some were sparring, others were squishing berries into a thick paste. War paint. Pussywillow loped down the hill, approaching the nearest group. The lionesses dipped their heads, whispering eagerly as she arrived. "How are the preparations coming?" she spoke evenly, glancing over the group. Her gaze landed on a beautiful lioness, who's pelt seemed to be made of the very shadows around them. She was settled infront of another lioness, who was painting the thick paste onto her face. Her gaze drifted over, and Pussywillow held it for a moment, before turning back to the group. "They're coming nicely!" A tall, tan lioness, who seemed to have too much fur for her body exclaimed. "We just need to finish preparing the warpaint." She said again. Pussywillow nodded, glancing over towards that dark lioness again. She padded over, settling infront of them. "May I?" She questioned the painter. The lioness nodded, scooting away. Pussywillow stepped forward, using a paw to scoot the half coconut shell filled with paint close to her. She dipped a claw into the paint, and raised it gently to her face.
Mocchi flushed slightly as the larger lion leaned in to brush the paint onto her dark fur. She closed her eyes as her claw moved effortlessly over, painting intricate swirls and dots onto her face. Mocchi shifted slightly. She was nervous about the war. She wasn't a fighter, and wasn't sure if she ever would be one. The taller lioness looked down at her, tilting her head. "Nervous?" she asked gently, before leaning in this time with a different color. Mocchi gulped, heart rate rising. "A..little bit." She mumbled, her gaze darting down to the floor. "I've never fought before." She said quietly.
Pussywillow let out a quiet noise, placing down the shell with paint. She wiped her claw off, before placing a paw under the dark lion's chin, guiding her gaze up. "Dont be nervous, hmm? It's easy. I'll help you." Pussywillow stood, gesturing for her to follow, before padding off towards a group of sparring youngsters.
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Written by moi!
ehehe i hope you enjoy
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War was upon Pussywillows pride. There was no food, no water, they needed to fight for more...something had to be done. Other prides had a surplus of all of the materials Pussywillow needed to feed her mate, her children, her entire pride. They had nothing.
Pussywillow approached a nest full of crying, hungry cubs. She patted each cub telling them it would be alright, was she trying to reassure the cubs...or herself?
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art by Nagitori (#206123)
