Username: Cactologist
Lion name: Ukubheka ("searching")
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Ukusizana PridePride status: Scout
What is on the medallion? Abandoned as a cub, Ukubheka was taken in by a pack of wolves. He was raised with the pups and soon learned to hunt with others and howl at the moon. He was accepted as one of them, and in every form but physical, he was a wolf.
One year a drought struck, and the wolves suffered. There was famine and illness everywhere Ukubheka looked, but somehow he was never affected. Desperate to save those he loved, Ukubheka went out to scavenge for whatever scraps he could find. For days he ran and for days he came up empty handed.
On the brink of giving up and turning back, he fell flat atop the prairie hill from exhaustion. But something wasn't right. Sensing motion, his spirits soured. Could it finally be prey? He held his breath.
Suddenly flying past him were some kind of beasts, flying in unison towards a lone Impala at the base for the hill. Although it ran, in an instant it was overcome by the beasts as Ukubheka watched stunned. Almost immediately the beasts were off again, tracking more prey. Sensing his chance, Ukubheka raced towards the catch and attempted to drag it away. An instant later, though, he was knocked down by a weight like a boulder. He twisted and fought the beasts, and in a final feat of strength, he whipped his head around to bite one in the neck. What he saw, though, was a mirror of himself. Of course he had known he was different, he saw it in water reflections, but he had never know there were other like him. This identical face was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
The days to follow were a blur. The "lions" as he learned they were (and he was) brought him into their pride. After he was feed and healed, he knew he had to return to his pack. Leaving with food and herbs, he thanked the lion's and hurried off.
Days later as he neared the pack's dens, he once again knew something was off. As he called out his approach, instead of being greeted by a mob of pups, he was greeted by silence. Racing to the center gathering point, he saw no one at all. Frantically checking all the dens, he found each empty. They were gone. He scoured the area for any clue, but all that caught his attention was a single paw print in the dirt. Had they died, been chased away, or left in home of survival? Ukubheka would never know.
In the years to come, he would make the journey from his new pride to his original home in case anyone returned, but he would never know what happened. On one trip, he carved out the rock-solid dirt around the paw print and attached it to a vine to wear around his neck as a symbol of his past. Never would he take it off, and never would he stop searching.