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SOURCE: https://www.flickr.com/people/mac-kenya/

"Who cares what happens when we’re dead? We shouldn’t think that far ahead. The only latter day that matters is tomorrow."

•Name•
Grasscub • [Grasspaw] • Grassmane

•Age•
13 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Subspecies•
Masai Lion

•Appearance•

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SOURCE: http://www.geroheine.com/

Grasspaw is a light tannish-brown male with a heavyset build and stocky limbs, allowing him to be stronger but much slower. He has a narrow, handsome face with round, brown eyes and a long, blocky muzzle. The wispy beginnings of a mane frame his head and cover his neck, giving him an innocent, juvenile look.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Powerful
+ Determined
+ Agile
- Slow
- Not especially smart

•Personality•

Grasscub is a fun-loving, mischievous cub with a flair for comedy. He is a lover of the fight and aspires to be a legendary warrior one day, driving him to work hard in every tussle, wrestling match, or spar. He's very skilled in blocking out memories, which is probably why he acts as if he was born in the clan when he actually wasn't. He is not very quick in terms of running, but is agile and loves to hunt.

•Backstory•

TW: ABANDONMENT; ATTEMPTED ABORTION

Grasscub was born to a pair of loners, Skypaw and Burrpaw, who both weren't ready for a family. (Their names remained -paw because they ran away together before becoming Warriors) He was the only live one out of a litter of six as Burrpaw had tried various strategies in order to miscarry, including ingesting certain poisonous plants. When the pair found that they had succeeded for all but one, they devised a plan to drop the unwanted cub off somewhere that they'd never have to see him again. They didn't even bother to name the ill-fortuned male. When Grasscub was three days old, Skypaw carried him to the nearby border of Solclan and dropped him off, unleashing a roar to alert the lions of the delivery. Grasscub was discovered and brought in to be wet-nursed and eventually adopted by an infertile lioness called Treewhisker. He's lived there ever since and loves his adopted mother dearly. Last he heard of his parents, they had been killed during a patrol.

•Family•
Skypaw - Father [Deceased]
Burrpaw - Mother [D]
Treewhisker - Adoptive mother

•Other Relationships•

Eveningstar ~ Mentor

•Theme Song•
Let's Dance to Joy Division - The Wombats

•Other•

:Significant Events:

??? •••••• 18 moons


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SOURCE: http://ginaconkle.com/

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SOURCE: https://www.flickr.com/photos/facilit8/

"Take me in at your flood, give me speed
Give me lights, set me humming!
Shoot me up with your blood, wind me up
With your nights, watch me coming!
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing!"

•Name•
Gingercub • Gingerpaw • [Gingermoon]

•Age•
26 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Subspecies•
Transvaal Lion

•Appearance•


Like both the Leader and Deputy, this young lioness possesses an unusually pale coat and vibrant, pale blue/gray eyes. She's lanky and built for speed with a graceful frame and long legs. She's gained a few admirers over the moons, but hasn't really been interested in love. She knows that one day it may be her fate to marry one of the Leader's future sons or a male of equally high rank, but she wants to find her own mate one day. She has round, lovely eyes that adorn her broad, pretty face and round ears to match.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Skilled Hunter
+ Level-Headed
+ Quick
- Stubborn
- Naïve

•Personality•

GIngermoon is an all-around friendly lioness, with a lithe tongue and a skill for casual dry humor. She knows her way around a conversation, often flirting with the males in and around her duties. Her opinions are unwavering and the female's stubbornness have been the start of more than a few minor skirmishes. She is quite self-confident and knows her skill in physical activity, principally hunting and combat. Gingermoon has 'wandering ears' and they love to pick up on topics she may or may not have been meant to hear, but as it "may be important information to know" (According to her) she believes that it is part of her duties. Besides, someone may be planning a mutiny!

•Backstory•

Gingercub was born as an only child to Redfeather and Volesnout, who were both nearly too old to have any more cubs. Both they and the pack alike were shocked by Gingercub's rare fur color, which was jokingly attributed to being a sign from Star Pack warning Redfeather and Volesnout not to have any more. At apprentice age, Gingercub's name was changed to Gingerpaw and she had a pretty ordinary apprentice-hood. The winter after Gingerpaw became Gingerpaw, her elderly father passed away from a bad illness and left her and Volesnout. Volesnout, now a broken-legged elder at 150, is often visited by her daughter and loves to converse with the other packmates. Gingermoon became a Warrior one month ago.

•Family•
Redfeather - Father [Deceased]
Volesnout - Mother [NPC]

•Other Relationships•


•Theme Song•
Buenos Aires - Elena Rogers & Ensemble (Evita)

•Other•

:Significant Events:

ALL CHARACTERS ABOVE ARE MY CREATIONS. DO NOT INDULGE IN SUCH SCUMBAGGERY AS COPYING THEM.

"You know my name, not my story. You know what I've done, not what I've been through. Learn before you judge, for if you were in my paws, you'd fall with the first step."

•Name•

Frostheart

•Name Meaning•

Frost for his white. Heart in reference to his prefix, for his cold and reserved heart.

•Age•

44 moons (3 years, 8 months)

•Gender & Sex•

Masculine

•Orientation•

Heterosexual + Demiromantic

•Rank•

Deputy

•Subspecies•

Transvaal / Southeast African lion


•Appearance•

A fearsome, yet attractive, white lion with short, pure black fur and a big, fluffy, majestic mane. Along with this, the fearsome brute has intimidating, yet captivating, blue eyes that intensely stare at others as if he’s staring into their soul. A gaze so intimidating that, if one was to keep eye contact with him, one’s gaze would soon avert away from the unfriendly stare. Standing at a fearsome 50 inches (4.2 feet, at the shoulder) and weighing at a starling 564 pounds (most of it made of compact muscle), Frostheart is certainly larger than the majority, if not all, of the lions in the pack, and is typically a beast of a male, with an immense amount of strength, alike that of his cruel father before him. He has rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training as a younger, and the large quantity of fights he has fought in his lifetime. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Frostheart is a wolf known to strike fear into others with his fearsome appearance and personality, and is both famous and a bit infamous amongst others; he is know to be powerful, strategic, intelligent, and quite merciless (to some). But still, like anyone in the world, he has his weaknesses. His major one is fire. Experiencing a fire incident as an adolescent, Frostheart now has a fear for fire and won’t have anything to do with it. But he’s still powerful nonetheless, with long, almost saber-like teeth that are extremely sharp, placed in a powerful jaw that can strongly use them to bite with the intent to kill.

This broad-shouldered male has many scars on his body from the many battles he has fought and tragedies he has experienced. This is including one down/across his left eye from his mortal enemy (OPEN), a long one down/across the right side of his neck, three faint claw marks on his left back leg, and a small, yet noticeable, one across his dorsal bridge (nose bridge). As said before, Hades experienced a fire incident when he was around twenty-four moons old, and has the scars to tell the tale; burn scars show on his underbelly, as well as on the bottom of his paws, though these scars don’t hurt anymore. The fighter also has many other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Plus, a few of his scars are hidden beneath his fur. But not all, of course, still many show on his short, pure white coat. Despite all the scars Frost wears, the brute is still quite the majestic and attractive individual, though he does appear as a fearsome and intimidating brute- his fur, scars, teeth/fangs, piercing eyes, and his massive, muscular body all making this so.

•Positives and Negatives•

+ Massive
+ Physically Powerful
+ Intelligent / Strategic
- Slower
- Not as Agile
- Reserved (Stoic/Aloof)
- Slightly Short Temper

•Personality•

Living a life tainted by loss, Frostheart is very aggressive, an intimidating and impressive fighter, with a personality alike to that of an army general. Tough and merciless, he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness. If he has a legitimate reason, this fearless brute will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength and size is very helpful. Lacking fear overall, there is but one thing he does fear; losing someone he loves. Whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise, this male fears he'll lose whoever he cares for. Therefore, he's incredibly protective and would do anything for a loved one. Given his slightly short temper, Frostheart is a very quick-to-fight lion and, due to his large size and strength, he can almost always cause damage on another if he attacks. He's very aggressive and is very likely to attack if he has a reason, quick to jump with teeth bared if he or someone he cares for is injured, insulted, threatened, or hurt at all, often causing damage on his opponent. Hence the name Frostheart, Frost for his white coat and heart for his reserved, cold, and hurt personality / exterior. Despite all this, he's an extremely loyal individual and, once he's committed to someone or something (a pack, or loved one), nothing can keep him from remaining loyal and devoted to them.

Frosthear is also very un-trusting and reserved, and it takes a long time and a lot of effort for someone to enter this male's heart. Although this is true, if someone does manage to break through the stone surrounding his cold heart, Frostheart is one of the most passionate and devoted males out there, able to hold those dear to him very close. And even though his rather reserved and cold personality can push away the females, he can be quite charming if he so wishes, and if he does ever find a significant other/mate, he'd probably eventually be interested in having cubs.

•Backstory•

In the midst of a dark forest, a rogue watched as his mate gave birth to three cubs: Frost, Angel, and Faolan. The first born, Frost, was the strongest of the lion litter and would grow up to be a very powerful and fearsome brute. As expected for a group of rogue wolves, the family grew up harsh. Not that much food or water. Not to mention, an abusive father, Adder, who beat them and their mother as a way to deal with his anger at their situation. Their mother, Lily, although she would cry when they were beat, was helpless against the bastard she called her mate. Too weak to take the beatings, Faolan, the runt, soon died- the starvation, dehydration, and beatings too much for his already frail body. Frost himself was the strongest of the three and even defended himself and his mother and siblings against his father. Although the abuse was wrong and cruel, it made Frost stronger in the end.

About a month after Frost turned twelve moons old, his mother gave birth to another litter, yet there were only two cubs in this one, a male and a female. The first born of the two was Kaitlyn, a gorgeous little girl, and the other was Damien, a pure black male. With Frost being a little more than a year old, Lily planned on running with the lion cubs, knowing the older brother would be able to help take care of the little ones and Lily and Angel. And it almost worked. They waited till Adder was gone hunting before they began to prepare themselves for leaving. But he came back early. Furious that his mate and pups even thought of leaving him, the scary male attacked Damien and killed him then he brutally killed Angel before attacking Lily, who tried her best to defend the last two cubs of her two litters. But she wasn't strong enough and was killed by a swipe to the throat. Looking down at his siblings' and mother's body in sadness and anger, Frost had looked up at his father with hatred shining in his fiery, yellow eyes. He attacked his father and the two battled for a long, long time but Frost, fueled by rage, soon defeated his father. From that day on he wasn't the same outgoing, fun male. He had a certain darkness in him, something that pushed most away.

Then Frost grabbed Kaitlyn by the scruff and ran. About two months before the male turned two, the two were attacked by a bear, apparently guarding his home. During the attack, Hades had grabbed Kait and hidden her in a bush before taunting the bear and then running as fast as he could, the will to keep his sister alive fueling him. He lead the bear away from his sister, but the two were never reunited. Having lost the bear, he went back to the bush and found his sister nowhere to be found. He followed her cubs trail as far as he could but never found her. To this day, he regrets having left her in that bush and after that day, he continued to roam the lands.

Then, one day, he came upon SolClan, a large group of lions. Interested in them and their practices, with them interested in him and his strength, he joined them and was named Frostheart, after going through the training to make sure he was physically and mentally ready to be a warrior. Not long after he was twenty-four moons old, Frostheart took a few other warriors and two apprentices out on a patrol. While they were walking, one of the warriors smelled smoke and told Frostheart. Then, he realized that there was a fire, and the group saw the flames approaching from far away. Ordering them to run, Frostheart had retreated away from the approaching fire, staying behind the patrol to make sure they were safe. But as they ran, one of the smaller ones tripped on a log and got stuck, the fire swarming around him. Realizing the danger the apprentice was in, he told a warrior to lead everyone back while he quickly turned around, racing towards the trapped lion. With a powerful leap, he jumped over the flames and quickly smashed his paws down on the logs trapping the apprentice, grabbing the smaller lion by the scruff and leaping out, just as the flames engulfed the little area, hissing as the fire burned his underbelly, his paws already stinging from when he jumped inside to rescue the lion. Then, the two returned home and Frostheart was praised for his good action, the little apprentice forever thankful.

•Family•

|Father|

Adder [Hate] [Deceased; killed by Frostheart]

"I hope you rot in hell..."

|Mother|

Lily [Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Adder]

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you, mother."

|Siblings|

Faolan [Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; Malnutrition, Runt of litter, Abuse]

Angel [Sister / Best Friend - Loves / Grieves] [Deceased; killed by Adder]

"Oh, my sweet and innocent sister..."

Damien [Little Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Adder]

Lilystream (was Kaitlyn) [Little Sister - Love / Grief] [Alive] [ OPEN ]
~ her status is unknown to Frostheart. He assumes she is dead, but still hopes she'll turn up.

"I'm sorry that i left you in that bush..."

•Other Relationships•

"Don't get too close, it's dark inside."

Open for enemies, crush (also best friend, maybe?), friends, and whatever else you might want!

|Crush|

Being as reserved and naturally hostile as he, Hades has yet to meet the right female that can break the ice surrounding his heart and push past his aggressive and cold demeanor. But, if one can do so, he could eventually fall in love with her.

Currently he won't have a crush or mate at the start of the roleplay, but he's open for one :3

|Apprentice|

Buzzardpaw [Male] [ Potato Lord ]

•Theme Song•

Demons - Imagine Dragons

"I wanna hide the truth. I wanna shelter you. But with the beast inside, there’s nowhere we can hide."

•Other•

NOPE <3
Frostheart voice is very distinct. Overall, it is powerful, deep, masculine, and commanding. His voice is very strong-sounding and just listening to him speak, one would assume he holds some sort of authoritative rank. To hurting pride members, his usually terrifying voice can become soft and comforting, though still deep and masculine. Naturally, no matter what, his voice has its own attractive feel, adding to the already naturally attractive deepness and masculine-sound it owns.

Frostheart is a white lion, not an albino. There are not a very large amount white lions in captivity or the wild. They are not albinos, only freaks of nature, as white tigers. White color is caused by a recessive gene known as chinchilla or color inhibitor.

•Name•
Eveningstar.

•Age•
72 Moons.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Bisexual - Biromantic

•Rank•
Leader.

•Subspecies•
Transvaal Lion.

•Appearance•
With a naturally confident prowess and calm, careful stature, Eveningstar comes off as a very elegant leader. He is built more so for durability and stamina than he is brute strength, with his lean-muscled limbs and long, narrow body. His snout is long and curves subtly into a roman nose, with narrow muzzle that tapers off into a pronounced but sturdy lower jaw. His nose has a sharp shape to it and is a dark burnished black, contrasting well against the paleness of his silvery-beige coat. His mane is massive and unruly, cascading down in wild waves and framing his narrow face magnificently. It is essentially the same colour as his hide, but darkens at the tips and becomes more of a rich golden. Ever observant, his eyes are a pale shade of sage that fade off at the edges into nearly an icy-white, and never fail at scoping through the savannah for those who don't belong there.

•Positives and Negatives•
+Empathetic & Thoughtful
+Rational & Fair
+Good-Humoured & Friendly
-Impatient & Stubborn
-Strict & Precise
-Brutal with Punishments

•Personality•
Likely the most defining of characteristics Eveningstar possesses would be that he is fair. In the sense of fair, an eye for an eye. If you treat him with respect, he'll give it right back to you. If you decide to disobey the great white beast or go behind his back, he has no issue bringing his whole wrath down upon you. Eveningstar has gone as far as to maim a pride mate of his own beyond repair and cast him out into the plains, but it was for a justifiable cause. He will never stray past his own morals and deal out punishments unfairly.

While in the public eye of those in rival clans, Eveningstar is cool and collected, occasionally coming off as a bit aloof or haughty. He is stern in the exercise of remaining with your own clan during gatherings, and is not very approving of friendships or alliances with other clans. He believes SolClan can provide for itself and does not need the assistance of outsiders; collecting debt is just asking for trouble, and so he avoids it.

Within the boundaries of his own territory, Eveningstar is personable and friendly. He's affectionate and even humorous with those he's particularly close with, and unlike most male lions, he's eager to join the females and other warriors on hunting expeditions.

•Backstory•
Eveningcub was born the youngest alongside his only sibling, Fawncub. [wip]

•Family•
Coldbreath (father, deceased)
Sandfur (mother, deceased)
Fawnstep (brother, alive) (played by PotatoLord)

•Other Relationships•
Open for relationships of any sort.

•Other•
Eveningstar's voice is deep and masculine, tinged with a huskiness that easily slides into a heavy growl when angered.


•Name•
Jackalbite.

•Age•
36 Moons.

•Gender & Sex•
Female.

•Orientation•
Pansexual - Panromantic.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Subspecies•
Masai Lioness.

•Appearance•
Long-bodied and incredibly strong, Jackalbite is a conditioned warrior through and through. She is a bit larger than an average lioness, weighing at around 300 lbs and standing just under four feet. Her shoulders are broad and squared, and they seemingly creep over her neck constantly in a stance of discontent and annoyance. Her expressions too appear to mirror the same emotions; her long, narrow snout tends to jut down in a permanent frown and her rich, vibrant ochre gold eyes are constantly aglow with scorn. Her pelt is a very dark golden colour, with a darker dorsal-stripe that slices down her spine all the way to the tip of her wavy-furred tail tip. Her muzzle is a pale cream colour, matching the "eyeliner" markings that are swept around her eyes. Jackalbite is known for two things; her incredible jaw strength, as well as the ugliness of her scars. They cover nearly all of her hind legs and creep their way up her rump and across her back. Her nose and muzzle appear to have small little gouges of flesh removed, but the most noticeable would be the gnarly flash of skin visible from her jugular where fur refused to grow back.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Witty & Clever
+ Brave & Willing
+ Alluring & Lively
- Aggressive & Hateful
- Resentful & Jealous

•Personality•
Jackalbite is a bite first, ask questions later type of lady. She's a whole lot of lioness and when she comes at you you'll know it, being all sharp daggers of claws and snapping fangs. Her rash, audacious temper has earned her a reputation as both a ruthless adversary and a terribly foolish strategist. In the heat of the moment she has difficulty sizing up her opponent, which from the looks of her scarred, ruined body, has caused her more harm than good. Outside of the battlefield, Jackalbite's warlike mentality lives on. She is competitive and unkind, traits that have done her no favours in the friend department. Despite naturally being a social animal, she is too easily irritated and snappy with others and therefore has become pretty solitary. Companions she's had in the past have turned away from her; she gets terribly jealous of those she is fond of and dislikes when they spend time with anyone but her. She sees it as diehard loyalty; most take it as an irritating cling. This makes her much more cold and angry and she strongly dislikes those who have turned their back on her.

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family•
Snarltooth (mother, deceased)
Blackfang (father, deceased)

•Other Relationships•
Whitetree (former friend, open for adoption)
Also open for other potential friendships and relationships.

•Other•
Jackalbite's voice is feminine though harsh; she has a constantly snarky tone.

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•Name•
Oneclaw

•Age•
5 years

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Pan Aromantic

•Rank•
Warrior

•Subspecies•
West African Lion

•Appearance•
A fairly large lioness, not something you'd gape at, just of note. Her golden pelt ripples with muscle when she moves. She has strong features, a roman nose and distinct black markings on her eyes and mouth. Her name comes from her claws, specifically one black talon on her left paw. She has black scars dotting her body hete and there, but most gashes center around her flank and back legs.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Quite Strong
+ High Endurance
+ Prides (get it?) Herself In Hunting Skills
- The Muscle Slows Her Down
- Bad Attitude

•Personality•
She is unable or unwilling to form close bonds. On the outside, she's distant and cold, but on the inside... yeah, no. It's the same. Her temper is surprisingly well kept, she prefers to drive others mad with disdain. She has a dry sense of humor, and if she does crack a joke, it's said without a smile. All around, she's kind of a bummer, she doesn't mind though. Solitude is very rewarding.

•Backstory•
She was raised by a traitorous mother who was banished from her pride. She had an outside affair with a loner, Oneclaw is the bastard daughter of the relationship. Life was hard, she didn't have time to play. It was hunt, train, eat, train some more, repeat. When her mother died, she kept wandering. It hardened her body and mind, making her a fortress.

•Family•
Mother- Didn't know her name, deceased
Father- Randis, presumed alive
Siblings- Two, both deceased

•Other Relationships•
Open

•Theme Song•
Soundgarden - Live to Rise

•Other•

•Name•
Palefur

•Age•
27 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Straight

•Rank•
Medicine Cat

•Subspecies•
West African Lion

•Appearance•

Palefur is small for his age and smaller than most other cats in the clan, not including kits and apprentices. He is nimble with long limbs and a small frame. Though his fur seems to cling dryly to his bones, he is in great shape. Palefur is built for running and endurance. His mane isn't as large as other males but runs smoothly along the length of his neck. His fur is as light as an ermine and shines brightly in the light, but his nose and lips are a stark contrast to the rest of his body, both black. His hazel colored eyes are strikingly different from his pelt too, as one would expect eyes the color of ice, his are not.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Has great endurance
+ Friendly towards all
+ Smart and fast
- Pelt stands out
- Maybe too friendly to other clans

•Personality•
Palefur is one of the sweetest cats in his clan. The compassion he feels for helping his clan overcomes all other things in his live, not as if there was much since it's against the code for him to have a mate. He doesn't allow his pain to show through to any other cat and always seems bright and ready for anything. He has a huge heart for everybody but often keeps to himself unless the clan needs him.

•Backstory•
Palefur was the runt of his litter and fell behind on everything. As his littermates continued to nourish and grow strong, he stayed behind with their mother Shimmerpool when they went out and explored the camp, he snuggled closer to her soft pelt. His father, Fernscar, rarely visited him. When Palefur saw that light tan coat of his father he was prepared for the stern stare and the whispered conversations about him. His father never thought anything of him other than a waste of space.

The day that Palefur had decided to leave the nursery was just after his 5th moon the first lion he ran into was a tall, strong and especially dark lioness. She looked down at him with soft eyes and purred, "Lost, little one?" He just stared at her with wide eyes. She started to walk away and flicked her tail to beckon him to follow her. He watched only the soft tuft at the end of her tail as he followed her into a den with different smells every tail length. Suddenly she stopped in front of him and turned to face him. "Palekit, you are destined to become a medicine cat. I want you to be my apprentice when you turn 6 moons." He again stared, eyes wide, but then squared himself up, for this is what Starclan had wanted him to do.

•Family•
Father- Fernscar, deceased
Mother- Shimmerpool, deceased
Littermates- Heatherbird and Foxberry

•Other Relationships•
Open (if you want any closer relationships PM me)

•Theme Song•
Believer - Imagine Dragons

•Other•
NOPE
Palefur would rather be called light tan than white as he is not an albino lion and he doesn't want to be seen as an abnormality

Source
•Name•
Treewhisker

•Age•
60 moons [5 years]

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Panromantic + Pansexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Subspecies•
West African Lioness

•Appearance•

Source
Treewhisker is a soft brown lioness with a lean figure. She had eyes that are the color of her fur and her tail is a dark brown. She has slightly smaller ears than others but that makes up for her caring personality.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Caring
+ Nice
+ Protective
- Weak
- Infertile

•Personality•
Treewhisker is a caring individual. She is nice to every lion even if they aren't nice to her. She gives everyone a fair trial and a second, or third, chance. She loves everyone. Even though she is infertile, Treewhisker is very protective of her adopted son, Grasspaw. She would do anything to protect and save the ones she loves. Despite her courage and bravery, she is a small lioness and weaker than others. Treewhisker is able to hunt and patrol though.

•Backstory•
After many attempts of having some children herself, it was to no avail. Treewhisker was delighted to have Grasspaw as an adopted son. He is the only lion that Treewhisker loves with all her heart. She wants to know where and what he is doing with his mentor everyday. It may be annoying but she is doing it for his safety, and hers.

•Family•
Grasspaw - Adopted Son

•Other Relationships•
None yet

•Other•
NOPE

"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet, only through the experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved."

•Name•
Volesnout

•Age•
150 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Elder

•Subspecies•
Transvaal Lioness


•Appearance•
Volesnout is an aged Transvaal lioness with a light mixture of tawny and tan in her pelt. Her eyes are a dark amber color, and under her eye's are striking light tan markings. Though she has aged in time, Volesnout still holds the same beautiful features she had when she was a younger lioness. She stands at 3.19 feet, weighing 226lbs. Though she is beautiful and extraordinary in every way, Volesnout does have a few flaws, such as having a weaker left back leg, which, when she walks causes her to bounce a bit and a torn ear from chasing off a wild dog from her clan's territory.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Intelligent & wise
+ An amazing sense of smell
+ Not afraid to speak her mind
- Endurance is slightly off kilter because of her weak leg.
- Has trouble understanding others and is quick to judge

•Personality•
Volesnout is a slightly positive, though, judgemental lioness. She is a loyal and determined member of the mighty Solclan, and also has a kind and motherly air about her, but watch out! One wrong move and this lioness will label you for the rest of your life. Volesnout is not at all rude to her clan-mates, always being respectful and patient with a caring motherly aura alway's around her, even though she can be bitterly truthful, sassy, and uncontrollably emotional at any point of her day. Volesnout is a leader-like lioness with a dominant and territorial hidden personality whichever rarely shows. However, once or twice her dominant nature showed, though, that is a tale for another day, all I can say is that is how her leg became a permanent limp.

•Backstory•
Born in a nomadic pride of 7 lions, Volesnout lived the life of a traveler, alway's moving from place to place in search of a territory to call home. Her father, the leader of their pride, also named Speckledear, was an old and commanding lion, usually alway's having a bad and unwelcoming temper, though, he would quickly become weak and helpless in the presence of Volesnout's mother, Thistlestride, a ruthless and unloving lioness that very much resembled that of her only daughter. Even though the king had much control over his pride, they all knew their true leader was the ruthless queen that they worshiped. At a young age, Volesnout was taught how to protect herself and also hunt for herself, and of course, her mother taught her how to look down on every lion around her, and so, she soon became like her mother, sassy, and unloyal to her king. Though, all that changed a few years later.

At the age of 25 moons, Volesnout left her pride and her controlling mother, moving towards where Solclan originally had their camp, which was a long way away from her prides camp. As the days went by with no sign of any other lions in the area, Volesnout gave up, but, when a patrol of 3 lions found her in their territory, they quickly confronted her and took her to their leader, the leader of Solclan. After being there for a couple of day's, the leader of Solclan finally made the decision that Volesnout could join the clan as a warrior, and slowly she was introduced to the rest of the clan, and especially one special lion. The first time Volesnout met Redfeather, she at first despised his wild and childish actions, but, as she continued her life in Solclan, she was surprised, and yet satisfied, that the male had a serious crush on her. Reaching the ripe age of 125 moons, Volesnout decided finally, that it was time to have a family, and so, she and Redfeather became mates, and soon had their first cub, which they named Gingercub.

•Family•
Mate - Redfeather||Deceased
Cubs - Gingercub||Alive

•Other Relationships•
N/a

•Theme Song•
Starset - It Has Begun (My favorite song <3)

•Other•
NOPE

•Name•

Rowanheart

•Age•

36 moons

•Gender & Sex•

Male

•Orientation•

Heterosexual

•Rank•

Warrior

•Subspecies•

Southwest African Lion

•Appearance•

Rowanheart is a handsome Southwest African lion. He has a light golden pelt and a beautiful, thick mane. The tip of his tail and mane are dark brown. He has a muscular build accompanied by a scar down his back-right leg. With his warm, amber eyes, he usually leaves off good first impressions.

•Positives and Negatives•

+ Strong

+ Skillful fighter

+ Good hunter

- Hates Water

- Bad liar

•Personality•

Rowanheart is a gentle giant, he has a warm heart and trusts others easily. He's a bit awkward around cubs, due to socializing more with adult cats than his denmates when he was young. He will avoid going into the water that's deeper than what he can reach with his feet at all costs.

•Backstory•

Rowanheart was a disobedient cub, he would often go off on his own. He wasn't dumb enough to try and hunt zebra, but he would go off chasing butterflies. On one particular event he stranded a bit farther than usual. He was wandering around when he found a convenient pool of water to play in. He was nose deep, just trashing around when a small crocodile locked it's jaws on his leg! He yelped and pawed at the crocodile as hard as he possibly could. Thankfully the reptile got distracted by a blind zebra coming to get a drink. He definitely learned his lesson about going off by himself.

•Family•

Mother|Redfoot|Deceased

Father|Sootstorm|Deceased

•Other Relationships•

None so far, open

•Other•

Nope, Nope

"Sweet dreams, sleep tight, I love you, Goodnight."

Lilystream


Name: 
Kaitlyn | Haunani | Lilystream

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Age:
31 Moons

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Gender:
Female

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Orientation:
Heterosexual

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Rank:
Warrior

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Subspecies:
Transvaal Lion

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Mentor:
Baladi (former)
Sweetwhisker

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Apprentice:
N/A

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Description:
A slender yet muscular female, Lilystream isn't necessarily white but more of a light cream color; her pelage may appear an alabaster hue in direct light however. The slender yet muscular female weighs somewhere between 260 and 400 pounds, the length of her body reaching 8 to 10 feet long, not including her tail. Her strong rear legs are perfect tools for pouncing, her equally as strong frontal limbs are useful for knocking down and grabbing prey -- or whatever she can get her grubby paws on. Her strong jaw enables her to consume just about any size of prey animal, also gifting a formidable bite to both her meals and her enemies, while a rough, flexible tongue makes it easier to scrape skin and meat from her food. Average ears are settled on top of a slender and elegant skull, wide cognac brown eyes are framed by thick lashes.

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Personality:  
While naturally kind and sympathetic, Lilystream can be quite the rebellious little ifrit. Though, her early cubhood was tainted by grief and distress, she remembers very little and so she lacks the dead, cold-eyed look her brother, Frostheart, wore so often. Instead, there is always light shining in her eyes and a grin on her face. Often times her playful attitude would reveal if only to get a smile from her brooding older sibling, and Lilyheart would go to great lengths simply to make him laugh, even if it included making a fool of herself in front of others of their clan. Despite appearing sweet and a little stubborn, she has quite the sharp tongue on her and is notorious for talking back or making rude comments if such is aimed towards her or anyone she feels a sort of kinship for. While she loves and appreciates Frostheart, her brother's protectiveness has gotten a little overwhelming and instead of curling up to him, seeking the familiarity and comfort he brought, Lilystream is more inclined to distance them and seek out the independence that came with maturing and being a warrior in SolClan.

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Weaknesses and Strengths:
Strengths
→ Optimistic
→ Kind
→ Agile

Weaknesses
→ Rebellious
→ Lazy

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Family:
Sire:
Adder: ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤ Deceased ✤
Kaholo: ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤ Deceased ✤ Foster Father

Dam:
Lily: ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤
Baladi ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Deceased ✤ Foster Mother

Male Siblings:
Faolan: ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤ Deceased
Damien: ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤ Deceased
Frostheart: ✤ Male ✤ 44 Moons ✤ Warrior ✤ Alive

Female Siblings:
Angel ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤ Alive ✤ Deceased
Waiola ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Rogue ✤ Unknown ✤ Foster Sister

Other Blood Relationships:
None

Romantic:
None

Offspring: (0x)
None


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Backstory:
[See: Frostheart's bio] Born into a lifestyle of abuse and hatred, the earliest memories Lilystream has of her original family are very bleak. She was much too young to understand the heartache, remembering the sweet scent of her mother, yet the lioness' face remained slurred and unknown. After being hid in the foliage, the young cub was found by an older lioness with a muzzle of grey who looked upon the cub with curiosity and interest. The lioness, Baladi, couldn't see anyone who may have owned her and the only hint that anyone had been around previously was the scent of a male and bear. Thinking the worst, the kind and hot-tempered female took the young Lilystream -- then, Kaitlyn -- for herself. She presented the cub to her mate, the even older yet still quite powerful and capable, Kaholo. While the male was heavily scarred and barely spoke, he was fair and simply did not have the heart to turn away a helpless child. Thus, they traveled a short distance in order to seek out their own cub, who was grown and had cubs of her own. Still nursing her infant litter of five, Waiola wasn't at all pleased at the sight of another and at first, turned her parents away when they asked her to spare the milk. After a little persuading and stern conversation, they were able to break the young lioness' will and she reluctantly allowed the starving cub a spot at her belly. From then on, Kaitlyn was now called Haunani. She didn't like her new siblings and quite frankly, they didn't like her either. Nor did Waiola, who's face always transformed into a scowl at the sight of her. When she was old enough to eat solid foods, the mother couldn't have been happier to return her back to the older pair and Baladi took on the role of the cub's mother and Kaholo, the father. As Haunani continued to grow and thrive, however, the pair grew old and weak. Soon enough, Baladi lacked the skill to properly hunt on her own and Haunani did whatever she could in order to make sure both of them ate well. Baladi went first, passing away silently and painlessly in the night and Kaholo, after months of mourning and not eating, followed her. With both of her loved ones buried, Haunani turned to the only other person she had contact with -- Waiola. Her own cubs grown and gone off to survive on their own, the lioness still lacked the kindness to look at Haunani with anything but scorn. The brief reuniting of them ended in a small argument, Haunani concerned for what the future had in store for her and Waiola simply not caring. In the end, Waiola informed her of everything she knew of Haunani's past, which was very little. But it was enough for the younger lioness to motivate herself to say good-bye to the only home she ever knew and set off piece together the fragments of her past.

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Tracker;
5/2/17 Form created

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Other:
Nope

"I promise to have the brawn and brains of Kaholo, the kindness and generosity of Baladi, like Waiola, I will carry myself with pride and high esteem, but to my enemies I leave only my teeth and claws."