Long ago, before the Silver River had dug a canyon through the valley, an ancient pride lived in a
perfect paradise. One fateful, lazy afternoon, a tribe of hunters arrived suddenly and without mercy; they
drove the predators out of their territory, forcing the large pride to split into two and find different
hunting grounds. Two litter
Balthazar, Chief of the GnarledRoot pride, was an angry and bitter male. Despite the alliance, he often
disregarded the morals and boundaries they set and encouraged his hunters to cross the border and take
prey whenever they wanted. He was a ruthless and courageous fighter, most of his pride only following
him because of his strength and fierce nature.
Jasiri was chieftess of SilverDawn. Much like her father who was chief before her, Jasiri was a kind and just ruler.
She had a gentle spirit and eyes for peace, something she and Balthazar often fought over. He always taunted her
for being soft, often arrogantly assuming that Jasiri's father favored him over herself. It was like claws raking his
muzzle when Jasiri was chosen as heir, and he never forgave her for stealing his rank as chief. When the two broke
off into separate prides his spite and rage only festered as more lions turned to the Chieftess for guidance.
Time crawled by and more and more prey was vanishing. Frightened and forced into a state of panic, they
blamed each other. A brutal war broke out between Earth and Sky, both rulers at the heart of the fight.
As the ruckus died down the remaining felines realized both of their leaders were dead, and they had
nowhere to go. They scattered to different parts of the world- Africa, North America, and Europe.
They adapted and evolved, their fates never to align again- that is until Jasiri saw that two of their
descendants were alive and still resided near the ancient pride's old territory. The lion spirit pulled
them together, hoping to give these cats a chance to end this feud and right the ancient's mistakes.
Thus became the WildCrown Pride and the BoneGaurd Coalition.
One a pride of justice, strength, and integrity. The other made of fierce fighters, who are wily and cunning.
Will peace prevail, or will history repeat itself?
perfect paradise. One fateful, lazy afternoon, a tribe of hunters arrived suddenly and without mercy; they
drove the predators out of their territory, forcing the large pride to split into two and find different
hunting grounds. Two litter
Balthazar, Chief of the GnarledRoot pride, was an angry and bitter male. Despite the alliance, he often
disregarded the morals and boundaries they set and encouraged his hunters to cross the border and take
prey whenever they wanted. He was a ruthless and courageous fighter, most of his pride only following
him because of his strength and fierce nature.
Jasiri was chieftess of SilverDawn. Much like her father who was chief before her, Jasiri was a kind and just ruler.
She had a gentle spirit and eyes for peace, something she and Balthazar often fought over. He always taunted her
for being soft, often arrogantly assuming that Jasiri's father favored him over herself. It was like claws raking his
muzzle when Jasiri was chosen as heir, and he never forgave her for stealing his rank as chief. When the two broke
off into separate prides his spite and rage only festered as more lions turned to the Chieftess for guidance.
Time crawled by and more and more prey was vanishing. Frightened and forced into a state of panic, they
blamed each other. A brutal war broke out between Earth and Sky, both rulers at the heart of the fight.
As the ruckus died down the remaining felines realized both of their leaders were dead, and they had
nowhere to go. They scattered to different parts of the world- Africa, North America, and Europe.
They adapted and evolved, their fates never to align again- that is until Jasiri saw that two of their
descendants were alive and still resided near the ancient pride's old territory. The lion spirit pulled
them together, hoping to give these cats a chance to end this feud and right the ancient's mistakes.
Thus became the WildCrown Pride and the BoneGaurd Coalition.
One a pride of justice, strength, and integrity. The other made of fierce fighters, who are wily and cunning.
Will peace prevail, or will history repeat itself?
