Jett
Rank:: Loner || Age:: Four Years || Gender:: Lion
Form:: ××× { 1 } || Mood:: Drowsy × Relaxed ||
Crush:: Open || Tag:: Open || Location:: Near Camp
Jett raised an eyebrow at her, looking amazed. "You're not very secretive, are you?" He asked dryly, shaking his growing mane. It was fairly long, but wasn't long enough to say that he was fully grown.
Ember
Rank:: Lioness || Age:: Two Years || Gender:: Lioness
Form:: ××× { 1 } || Mood:: Drowsy||
Crush:: Open || Tag:: Open || Location:: Camp
Ember was asleep near a tree, the sun besting down against her relaxed body. She was curled up, her fluffy tailtip resting on her muzzle. She shifted, an ear flicking, and cracked open her eyes. She was always a deep sleeper whenever she had the chance. The lioness yawned and curled up tightly, ears flattened against her skull. Don't wanna wake up yet . . .
Winola
Rank:: Loner || Age:: Two Years || Gender:: Female
Form:: ××× || Mood:: Alert ||
Crush:: Open || Tag:: Open || Location:: Near Camp
Winola was snacking on a small gazelle, her warm amber gaze sharpened against the sun. Blood was slathered against her muzzle, a fresh layer to the old ones. Her chest was heaving from the fast run; The Gazelle had certainly not wanted to be killed. She rolled her eyes and snatched a bit of meat, chewing it before swallowing and searching for more. The sharp hunger in her stomach subsided and she yawned before glancing around the area, intent on protecting her meal.
Rank:: Loner || Age:: Four Years || Gender:: Lion
Form:: ××× { 1 } || Mood:: Drowsy × Relaxed ||
Crush:: Open || Tag:: Open || Location:: Near Camp
Jett raised an eyebrow at her, looking amazed. "You're not very secretive, are you?" He asked dryly, shaking his growing mane. It was fairly long, but wasn't long enough to say that he was fully grown.
Ember
Rank:: Lioness || Age:: Two Years || Gender:: Lioness
Form:: ××× { 1 } || Mood:: Drowsy||
Crush:: Open || Tag:: Open || Location:: Camp
Ember was asleep near a tree, the sun besting down against her relaxed body. She was curled up, her fluffy tailtip resting on her muzzle. She shifted, an ear flicking, and cracked open her eyes. She was always a deep sleeper whenever she had the chance. The lioness yawned and curled up tightly, ears flattened against her skull. Don't wanna wake up yet . . .
Winola
Rank:: Loner || Age:: Two Years || Gender:: Female
Form:: ××× || Mood:: Alert ||
Crush:: Open || Tag:: Open || Location:: Near Camp
Winola was snacking on a small gazelle, her warm amber gaze sharpened against the sun. Blood was slathered against her muzzle, a fresh layer to the old ones. Her chest was heaving from the fast run; The Gazelle had certainly not wanted to be killed. She rolled her eyes and snatched a bit of meat, chewing it before swallowing and searching for more. The sharp hunger in her stomach subsided and she yawned before glancing around the area, intent on protecting her meal.
