by Applejack » September 28th, 2011, 3:59 am
Kaput looked up defiantly at his mother and flattened his ears. "I can go wherever I please, mother," he said coldly. He started to stray further off until he heard his mother again and flipped around to face Jua. "Mother," he said again, "You can't control me. I am my fathers' son, and I won't be held down by any lioness." He shook his head and turned around, scampering off. He wandered a little ways and finally came to a stop only when he tripped over Damatu and came rolling to a stop. Damatu's head snapped up as she turned around and hissed at the cub. "What do you think you're doing," she remarked as the cub stood his ground, his chest puffed out. "What ever I want," he replied and padded off confidently, his small tail sticking up in the air. Damatu couldn't help but chuckle. That cub was going to turn out just like his father. A strong, independant fighter.
Damatu yawned and stretched, not having been ready for a wakeup call just yet. After shaking her pelt clean, she padded over to Jua and looked down at her. "You let your son walk over you like a rug day after day. When will you actually take charge and show that cub who's boss?" She shook her head as Jua didn't reply right away and padded off up to the den, intent on speaking to Felix.
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The constant clouds that were hanging over the beautiful scape of the foreign lands she had stumbled upon seemed to match Kuva's mood, raining down sadly upon her as she padded across the fields. A long way from home, you could say she was, although she'd never really had a home. Since she had been a cub, born into a pride of violence, her mother and everyone around her had always told her that she was incompitent and worthless. A pride of fighters had no need for a soft, gentle lioness, they'd told her. After a year of growing into life there, she couldn't take it anymore. She'd run off in the middle of the night. Two years it had been since she'd run off. A teen she was, but old enough to be bordering adulthood.
Another problem with Kuva, as she'd been told growing up for that year, was the color of her fur, a strong, offwhite color, bordering creamy, but closer to white. It gave her away while hunting and made her too easy to spot in a fight, not that she need worry about that. Kuva didn't live for the fight. She lived for peace, and had been searching her two years for a pride that would accept her for who she was, not force her to change. None of the prides she'd found so far had been so, though. They all forced her out because she refused to break and turn from her gentle behavior. After all this time, she'd developed a loner's nature, desperate for company, and would leap at the sight of anyone for pure joy, hoping for company from them, but to no avail.
Finally, she'd come across this, the pridelands, and had just wandered onto the grounds, not sure where she was, but as usual, she as guided by the scent of lions and lionesses. What detered her was the smell of blood and fear in the air, but she ignored it. Two years was enough. Maybe this pride would accept her for who she was! She padded off, head and tail down, ears flat against her head, the rain slickening her coat. She stood out like a sore thumb, and the water made her coat shine like moonlight. She tried to flatten herself to the ground, but gave up and started to slowly pick her way along a worn path. Suddenly, she smelled the strong scent of a lion and lioness coming her way, and she ducked quickly behind an overhang-type rock, pressing against it. She hoped they wouldn't smell her, or pick her out out of the corner of their eyes.