Prides, and loners:

Barnaby: A semi-residential all-male lion pride that consists of the biggest males

Vroulik: A nomadic all-female lioness pride

Sharptooth: A residential lion pride whose territory is shared with crocodiles

Longspots: A residential lion pride who have not lost their cub spots when reaching adulthood

Shadowcats: Leopard nomads without a pride

Smallspots: Cheetah nomads without a pride

Territories:
Barnaby: The Barnaby pride is located in a small grassland that is secluded by various rock formations that supply shade and shelter of sorts.

Vroulik: The Vroulik pride is nomadic and doesn’t have a certain territory of their own, but they tend to follow the zebra herds.

Sharptooth: The Sharptooth pride is found on a river bank shared with crocodiles. These lions tend to hide in the plants along the river bank and hunt fish and birds.

Longspots: The Longspot pride is located in the tree shaded plains where they use the tall grass to blend in.

Shadowcats: These nomadic leopards tend to stick to areas that have tall grass, trees, or rocks to help them blend in and ambush their prey.

Smallspots: These nomadic cheetahs tend to areas that have open plains and tall grass to help them blend in and catch their prey.

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Terminology:

King: refers to the leader of a pride

Lion: a male lion, but can also refer to male leopards and cheetahs

Lioness: a female lion, but can also refer to a female cheetah

Leopardess: a female leopard

Cub: a baby lion, cheetah, or leopard younger than 1 season cycle

Loose tooth: A lion, Cheetah, or leopard that is 8 season cycles or older

Star set: Daytime

Star rise: Nighttime

Season cycle: One year; refers to the dry season changing to the wet season

Vulture-food: Prey that is too small or decayed to eat

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Scorched earth, the putrid smell of long dead burnt grass, and haunting thoughts is all Alfajiri had left of her old pride.


Alfajiri’s paws echoed against ash as she made her way through what was once her home; the dry season and rising temperatures had caused a fire to consume everything in its path. The lioness couldn’t see a part of the pride’s territory that it hadn’t cleansed, but she held onto a sliver of hope that there was a piece of her home left.



As she made her way through the remains, she scanned the horizon. An awful feeling came over her. An awful sinking feeling that someone only gets when they realize that they can never go back to what things were. An awful feeling of being horribly alone, horribly confused, and horribly unsure of what would become of them.

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