Røseica's Den

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About me!
I go by Ghost, and TinyTiger! (Tiny/Tiger for short whichever you prefer!)
I’m 15 hours ahead of lioden time!
I breed NRLC’s, eyelesses, and RLC's! I currently own 7 different types.
I love decorating and its one of my favourite things! I’m very proud of all my decorated lions and am always happy to help decorate others as well! So if you need any help and like how I decorate feel free to shoot me a DM!
I collect apps and decor, hopefully soon the lioden yearly anniversary cats too!
I have 2 projects atm, neither started yet, but I can’t wait to start them! Ultimately my goal is to plan and achieve projects for every BO base there is! All will have at least 2 BO marks and 5 BO attributes all together!
Another goal I’d love to have is breed quad rosettes for each colour of rosettes (so one lion having all briar rosettes for example) but that would take a very long time to achieve but once I feel stable and completed with my current projects I might give it a go!

King Lore

Røseica's father was known far and wide for simply being unable to produce a male cub. He fathered hundreds, if not thousands of cubs, and not a single one of them was male. As time went on, he got angrier, and angrier, and angrier until he was simply cruel, punishing the lionesses as they birthed female cubs, blaming them for the curse that seemed to plant itself upon the king.
Eventually, he got too old to continue trying, and being old fashioned, he downright refused to have an heir not of his own kin, so, he chose his youngest daughter for the throne, so she would live the longest.
This was Røseica, only a few days old and unexpecting of her future. She was chosen in favour of her siblings as she was an exact clone of the king's favourite lioness, and was later granted with an expensive item from the market to give her a mutation.
Right from the get-go, Røseica was not enough. Not enough for her father, or her pride. From the moment she could walk, her father began 'training' her, which was teaching her how to rule, how to protect, and how to fight.
Her father, who's name was swiftly forgotten after his death, put her up against cubs older then her. If she was 5 months old, she'd go again a new adolescent, her father's reasoning following, "The fight will never be fair, so get used to it."
Her mother licked her wounds clean after every battle as Røse cried into her fur, once again getting scolded by her father for doing so.
Eventually, she learnt to go and hide to cry, and she found the best spot being a patch of trees not so far from the territory border.
Here, she met them. The birds, galahs who'd been smuggled illegally over the border and escaped, making refugee in this patch of trees and reproducing, each generation more and more used to the new climate and environment.
She realised the similar colours between her and the birds, and they seemed curious as well, coming down to the ground too watch her, before flying away at any movement.
From here, the new friendship grew. Months went by, with the same cruel treatment from her father, masked as being simple, harmless 'training', and she spent more and more time at the tree's, the birds becoming unafraid of her, and would often groom and play with the now young adolescent.
She started hiding feathers in her mane for when they could not accompany her, and this simple act made her feel stronger, more comfortable, and happier.
She had just grown up when her father passed.
She stood by his side, listening to him speak about how fabulous a leader she would be, and that he hoped she would be exactly like him.
Røse smiled, a sickeningly sweet smile, and spoke.
"No father, I will not be like you."
"No one in this pride will suffer you're cruelty again, and I'll make sure of it."
And that was it. He was gone, and she became the first Queen of the pride that day.
The death of the king was celebrated, and Røseica brought her feathered friends in, telling the pride that these were friends, not food, and they will be sure to regret it if they harm one.

Checklist

Have 80 Territory [Done]
Have 100 Territory [X]
Have 150 Territory [X]
Have 200+ Territory [X]
Have A Double Rosette [Done] Bred her myself :D
Have A Tri Rosette [Done]
Have A Quad Rosette [X]
Have An Eyeless [Done] Theia my beloved
Breed An Elysian Eyeless [X]
Breed A Double Rosette Eyeless [Done] Bred her myself :D
Have a mane noble [X]
have a mane succubus [X]
Have A RLC [Done]
Breed One Of Each Combo Base [3/31]
Breed A Temporal [X]
Breed A Pulsar [X]
Have A Lethal [X]
Have Had 3 Lethals In Pride At Any Time [X]
Breed A Lethal [X]
Completely Fill Out The Beetle Book [X]