[MySpoons]

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This is a paired competition with Lion #171! To win this one, either pair up with someone else to tell a story together with #171, or tell me why these two lions are linked? Limit: 500 words and/or 1 art piece each lion! I'm looking for a two-part story, post the first half here and the second half on lion #171

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Username: Firedancer77
Lion name: Kifo (Swahili for "death")
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Isle of Roses
Pride status: Witness

main thread I prompts/leveling up I artist search

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Lion name:
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Pride: link to thread
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First half: 500 words and/or 1 art piece

(partnered with Firedancer77)

[MySpoons]

if you complete your form, you and Firedancer will win c:

[ataraxic_gone]

Username: dewly_noted
Lion name: Nasir
Lion gender: male
Pride: The ambivalent
Pride status: member
First half:
There was a heaviness to the air, thick with tension and the scent of copper.
Nasir let out a low rumbling growl staring down the stranger across from him. They were a large thing, brown main with blazing white markings, eyes a wild vivid purple. Nasir's own blue and orange eyes stared back, no fear present in them even as the situation got more and more damning. Normally in combat Nasir would simply disappear, using his ability to become invisible to his advantage but the rain that was pouring down from the sky had turned the earth to mud and the mud had coated his fur- like this his power was useless.

He had already gotten a good strike in when he had first been ambushed, his attacker dripping red from the wound on their side. This showed no sign of slowing them and reluctantly Nasir prepared himself to deal with the next attack he would be dealt. Bracing for the attack was only a smoke screen, as the attacker leapt to tackle him he dove to the side, rolling along the ground as he dodged the attack. Straightening up he put on an expression of reason, nodding his head slightly trying to convey some season of reason to his attacker, that this wouldn't end well for him. His mouth remained closed, his silence continued, a warning growl breaking his tactful silence.

This was going to end badly for the attacker. He hadn't a clue what he had gotten himself into. Nasir reached out across the connection he shared with another, thoughts reaching out and conveying a message that could only be heard by the one meant to hear it.

It wouldn't end well for the attacker because there was one thing they hadn't considered. After all, there are two things in life for which you can never truly be prepared for; twins.
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[LoSt In PrOgReS]

Username: Lost in progres
Lion name: Lucus
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Eternal snow
Pride status: Hunter
First half:
People trust us with their futures; they really shouldn't. Lucus huffed as he looked at his sister. “Finis?” He called out “I think we’re done here.” The lioness grinned at him nodding. As they backed away from the pride they were visiting. The pride’s leader, however, roared at them “What do you mean this pride will ‘cease to exist’ soon!” Lucus shot a sideway glance at her sister, shrugged and simply said “Dunno man, it just will.” Finis sent him an angry glare, probably upset about his casualty. “What my dearest brother meant to say” she sighed “Is that we do not know.” Lucus simply rolled his eyes “Either way, we did as you asked. It’s not our fault you didn’t like the answer we gave you.” This did not please the leader. His entire body shook with anger. The older lion looked at the young siblings “Oh did you now? I don’t remember me asking you to tell us that we’re all gonna die, now did I?” Lucus stayed quiet, but Finis did not “You asked about your future, and we answered. Would you rather we had lied! Besides, neither of us said you’d die, just your pride, and if you can’t digest that maybe you shouldn’t have-“ again, Lucus quietly cursed his sister. Why couldn’t she just shut her mouth sometimes? The older lions of the pride glared down at the two, clearly upset. Their leader spoke up, interrupting Finis mid rant “Oh, well darlin, maybe you predicted wrong, huh? Maybe it was you who would ‘cease to exist’ soon. Did you consider that?” Of course, Finis still didn’t know when to shut het mouth “Well, yes I did consider that, but sadly for you our end doesn’t seem to be coming soon.” She grinned at the pride leader, and Lucus wished the ground could just swallow him whole. “Finis” he whispered “I think it is time to go.” The leader’s roaring laughter cut off her response, probably a complaint about the leader’s manners, as he shouted “Leave? I don’t think so!” He shouted at he called his pride to attack. Lucus and Finis, hardly knowing how to fight, decided to just run as fast as they could.
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Can’t link the other half of my form cuz mobile TwT

[Firedancer77]

Username: Firedancer77
Lion name: Kifo (Swahili for "death")
Lion gender: Male
Pride: Isle of Roses
Pride status: Witness
First half:

Msaliti hadn't meant to do it. That much, Zawadi was sure of.

"What have I done?" She choked out, tears streaming down her face.

"It's okay," Zawadi said as soothingly as he could manage in the present circumstances, "you were acting on your emotions. You didn't mean to-"

His sister practically howled as she pulled away from him. "No, it's not okay, Zawadi! He's dead!"

She wasn't wrong. On the ground in front of them was their father, who Msaliti had discovered having an affair with someone outside of the pride. Having always been a stickler for the rules, this had already frustrated the lioness, and Zawadi had done his best to calm her. Confronting him on the matter would do them no good; sooner or later, he would be exposed himself.

And for a while, Msaliti was content to stew and wait for his demise to come about by his own doing.

Zawadi hadn't accounted for her continuing to follow their father. She had done so to make sure she kept tabs on the traitor, knowing she'd need evidence to convict him to Nasaba. However, when she saw that her father's mistress was pregnant, she lost it.

Noticing her absence from the camp, Zawadi had gone off to find her, wanting to make sure she was alright and hadn't done anything stupid. He arrived too late. His sister and father had been entangled in a fight, and Zawadi had intervened, insisting that this was not the way. He did not want to see his family ripped apart in such a fashion.

Sadly, his efforts ultimately went to waste. An accidental swipe against the neck that was meant to deflect a bite from his father was ultimately the killing blow from Msaliti. And as his father lay on the ground, dying, he hissed one word at his children.

"Traitors."

Now the two siblings were faced with what they had just done. They'd murdered their father; their pride would never forgive them. How were they to dispose of the body and escape their pride's wrath?

"We need," Msaliti finally choked out, "to bury him."

Zawadi nodded, ignoring how matted his fur was from the blood caked to it and moving to drag his father's body. It was ironic; though he had been the one trying to stop the fight, he was the one with the most blood on him, and the one who sustained more injuries. He went to nose his father's body further into the trees, prepared to hide him till they could figure out what to do with his corpse; did their father deserve the proper tribute of their pride, when he had broken their law? Should he be cast to the trial ground?

"Zawadi!" The words caused him to spin around to see Nasaba staring at him in horror. "What have you done?"

"Kifo," Akilia muttered from behind, eyes glowing their same dangerous glow, "is a much more fitting name now, I would think."

Second half