Půffin's Den
Puffin, the Stonehearted Wanderer
Puffin had never been one to shy away from a challenge. Born a small, scrappy cub in the dry savannahs, she quickly learned that life would never simply hand her what she wanted — she would have to take it. When she was still young, she was found alone after her birth pride had scattered, adopted into a larger pride by a stern but kind queen. Though grateful, Puffin always felt a little apart from the others, her spirit too wild to fully settle into pride life.
She grew into a fierce huntress, known for her boldness and her sharp tongue. Puffin had little patience for fools, snapping at anyone who dared to waste her time — but cubs, she adored. Something about their wide-eyed wonder softened the edges of her guarded heart. She often took on the role of guardian and teacher, protecting the youngest members of the pride with a fierceness that surprised even herself.
Then came the sickness.
It crept in like a shadow, silent and cruel, sapping the strength from the lions she loved. One by one, they fell ill. Puffin fought to save them, but soon realized that if she stayed, she too would be lost. Grieving but determined to survive, she left her old pride behind, carrying the memories of her fallen kin like scars etched into her soul.
Her wandering led her to the windswept moors, a lonely stretch of land dominated by jagged stone and thick grasses. There, in the craggy embrace of a rocky mountain, she found others like herself — lions who had been driven from their prides by the same merciless illness. They were a fractured bunch, wary and distrustful, but Puffin saw in them a chance to build something new.
She took charge, her natural strength and courage drawing others to her side. She taught them to fight again, to trust again, to laugh again. Under her leadership, the new pride — the Moorscar Pride — began to grow, a stubborn flame refusing to be snuffed out by the cruel winds of fate.
Puffin wears the tokens of her journey proudly: a necklace made from bones and feathers, a tribute to those she lost and those she now protects. Her gray fur, dappled like the shadows between rocks, makes her nearly invisible among the moor's stones. She still snaps when annoyed, still tackles problems head-on, but those who know her understand: behind the fierce snarl is a heart big enough to carry an entire pride on her shoulders.
And she would, without hesitation.
Thank you to MaryJane, for this wonderful lore of my queen. Feel free to check her out Clicky
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