[Blumoonwolf]

Marking <3

[koegami]

//slowly licks child

you will be mind

[Xhat]

Username; Xhat
Lionesses Name; Narcisa
Name Meaning; "Romanian form of Latin Narcissa, possibly meaning 'numbness; sleep'."
Gender; Female
Rank; Since joining the pride once more, Narcisa has come to hold to position of Cub
Educator. In her past life, before waking to a new world, she was a Distractor.

Personality; Narcisa is a recluse, but remains ---------------------
polite and humble. She knows her place within
the pride and sticks to it, for the most part.
Despite adhering to the rules of the pride, she
also seems to create unspoken rules of her own,
and takes slight offense when others do some-
thing that goes against them. She’s soft-spoken
as well, and only tends to speak when she’s needed,
normally keeping towards the back of the crowd.
Her pride is something that helps her, but it
doesn’t limit her. This lioness doesn’t care what
others think, and only truly takes her own opinion
into mind. Narcisa makes an effort to push forward,
to create her own path and leave a legacy – no
matter how many will remember her.

What does this lioness fear?; A fear of memories
and her own dreams coming to life has been
instilled in Narcisa. Her war ravaged past is
not something that she takes lightly. Her fear
of this is constantly at war with her element
– the dreams of the past and the horrible
memories are always so close to coming to the
surface, and she’s always fighting them back.
Narcisa’s worst dream, by far, is the war
happening all over again. And that’s certainly
what’s happening. Her other innate fear is
having those memories reliving themselves
through other lions; a déjà vu of sorts. Narcisa
wants a fresh start, and would hate to return
to her past life.

Drool Description; Narcisa's drool is a flaw in her
element - a crack in which everything pours from.
Although, it's also what makes her powers work.
Besides this, her spit has a slight acidic makeup,
and burns upon coming into contact with wounds
or exposed flesh, like a lion's eyes. If it comes
down to it, this is Narcisa's last resort at fleeing.

Element; Narcisa wields the power of Dreams, and is still
experimenting with what she can and cannot do.
What can she do with her element?; Reform – The most
developed and frequent among her element’s abilities,
Narcisa is able to form certain ‘dreams’. It has a wide
range of uses, however there are two main forms that
Reform takes. Narcisa either choose for the dreams to
be brought into reality through illusions, in which the
shapes and memories are transparent and have little
to no power, or she can actually form them into solid,
more so realistic beings. This only spans so far, and
illusions obviously take up less energy than their solid
counterparts. Dreams cannot be created from scratch;
someone must have had the dream before. The better
a relationship she has with a lion, the better Reform
will work – or sometimes, it works better against grave
threats.

Spit – Narcisa can use her drool as a sort of projectile
and also a form of defense. Her drool contains small
amounts of her element, and upon being spat into the
eyes of her enemy, it can cause them to have intense
flashbacks that physically drain them. Narcisa herself
has yet to discover that she can control just how potent
this ability is.

Whisper – Having the element of Dreams has given
Narcisa quite a bit of insight in a unique way. Upon
viewing the dreams of other’s come to life, she’s
able to decipher exactly what the meaning of the
dream is. It can be something as simple as a dream
that occurred to cheer another lion up, or a distant
memory, destine to plague whoever was unlucky
enough to experience it. She’s also able to hear
whispers of a sort – emotions that had been felt
throughout the dream encounter – which also
helps her with finding a meaning to the dream.
This has led Narcisa to become highly attuned
to detail and other things of that sort.

A deep resounding growl was the first sound to meet her ears, and so the lioness
startled, nearly ramping up on her hind legs. “Oi! Watch your paws! You’ll be
bested in battle with that stance.” Narcisa finally found a moment to focus,
curling her paws to feel the earth beneath her. Looking up, she gazed upon
the other lion – but all she could see was a grey form, his face obscured by
blotted shadows. As she examined him, he continued to speak.

“I’m not your mentor anymore, but as a Distractor,” He paced around to her
side, knocking lightly at her armor. “But you should know better. A lion with
your talent should be ready at all times.”

“Distractor…” Narcisa’s words trailed off, and with a tilt of her head, she
turned to fully face the shadowy lion. “I beg your pardon? Last time I checked,
I held the role of Cub Educator. Now—“

Before she could speak any further, the world began to spin. The lioness, in
her haste, found her hackles rising; a snarl marring her snout. Unable to speak,
she began to fall into oblivion, the entire world blurring around her.

And with a startled chuff, Narcisa awoke. A dream. It had all been a dream.
A shiver passing down her spine, Narcisa changed her position, flopping onto
her side and resting her tail over her back paws. Although the vivid vision had
startled her greatly, the lioness could feel her eyelids drooping, and with a
sigh she laid her head back on her paws.

The first thing to meet Narcisa - or rather, the first thing that met her nose -
was like nothing she had ever smelled before. The planet she lived on was
bleak, and so the wide expanse of foliage before her was a startling sight.
And the best was that these... plants smelled so sweet. Bending down she
took a whiff, tail happily flicking out behind her.

Yet, as she tried to move among the sweet-smelling plants, flowers, Narcisa
found that her body was heavy. Spotting a myriad of puddles just a few
paces away, she began to lope towards them, trying to ignore the sluggish
movements of her own body.

Upon gazing into the puddle, she stifled a purr of confusion. Staring back
at her was herself, alright, but sitting atop her head was a shining, imma-
culate piece of medal.

"My armor?" Narcisa wondered aloud, stepping around the puddles to get
a better view of her body. Sure enough, she was suited in the armor just
recently made for her in her welcome back to the pride. "Why would I
be wearing something like this in a dream?"

Suddenly on alert, she realized that the armor was undoubtedly a symbol,
and Narcisa knew she should be on her guard. At that precise moment a
figure entirely made of shadows appeared, brushing its way through the
flowers and making a beeline towards her. Just as she moved to bear her
teeth at the undeniably evil shadow, a slab of stone dropped from the sky
and slammed into the ground before her, uprooting flowers and sending
dust flying.

And then another descended. And then two more, until Narcisa was
confined in it's stony walls. One more dropped, but it struck the tops
of the others, forming a roof of sorts. Then, as if she wasn't alone, other
shapes - ones smelling of fear - pressed up against her, giving off their
heat.

As panic began to overcome Narcisa, a booming laugh sounded from just
outside the stone walls.

"We cannot have you out there in battle. I'd rather keep you trapped here."

thank you for giving my form a read! i hope that you liked it. nvn
an early good luck to the others who entered - all of you would certainly give this girl a wonderful home.

[lichenfeather]

Hrm, potential reserve.

[the legend leg]

sHEs So PrEttY ;o;
AhH school takes up so much of my time. why school why -.-

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As a cub, Tumelo would fall asleep ever so often with her drooling habit. Hearing the other sp
ecies talking and spreading the word shes a weirdo, she told herself everyday she would ignor
e them, but the embarrassment of herself has taught her more. Not caring how important eac
h lion is to the world, Tumelo leaves herself out of it on her own journey. Although she has set
her course, she has realized she has a unique element not many lions have. Right off the bat, s
he saw she could pick up the dreams lost in within the air everyone walks through. Picking pie
ces she makes custom dreams and sends them off to the unknown. Tumelo believes its the lost
and unwanted dreams that dont have a true purpose, yet. After she sets them on their own pa
th, they return to where they left off. At a young age, she has had the experience of nightmare
s. Attempting to stay away, it has its moments where it controls her mind now. Every night aft
er a crescent moon, the nightmares almost always awaken unwanted nightmares she has. Her n
ightmares are full of the fear and anger she has locked within her for so long against the world.
As she walks the landscape, it leaves second long pitch black paw prints from where she has w
alked. Her tail spikes, eyes, and design on her nose turns a reddish tone acting like the flame of
her raging heart. She has the ability to 'shift' her mysterious air-like drool into a sunlight like m
aterial making it blend in during the day. Only when the moonlight and stars are out, does she c
hange her abilities. Using less energy and concentration, this is when she forms the pleasant wo
nders of her mind, making the dreams to pass onto the sleeping dreamers around her. Tumelo u
ses the ability of her eyes, that can only see bright blue figures her whole life, to see the floatin
g dreams floating around her in a never ending odyssey looking for purpose. Ever so often does s
he find the nightmares destroying the dreams around it. The only way Tumelo can get rid of this
awful infestation of a nightmare is to give it its own meaning, sending it on its own path all night.

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username: legend-
name: Boitumelo
nickname: Tumelo
meaning: "joy" in Tswana
gender: female
age: unknown

element: dreams
ability:
blending in
fear: publicity
rank: nomad
relationship interest:
Hikaru

positive traits:
amiable | empathetic |
uncomplaining

negative traits:
seclusive | brittle | escapist
insecure | melancholic

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art pieces by Hobbit Geek ♥

[Kaitlynizer]

dropping out! sorry!

[dragoncool97]

I already claimed a lioness but I'm still eager to see who wins this pretty girl.

If anyone has any need for relationships for this lioness i have four males plus the lioness i claimed. One of my males, Xerxes, is a poison LoC. Like this lioness, his element manifests itself in the form of drool that he can't control. I think they could be somewhat close since they share the some what embarrassing trait of uncontrollable drooling.

PM me if you're interested

[Starlight109]

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Username: Starlight109
I currently own three L.O.C
Saturn, Pluto and Demona
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Basics
Name: Cassandra
Nickname: Cass
Gender:Female

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Her Drool

What does her drool do?:
Her drool leaks and shapes the shattered memories
of her forgotten past, but also shapes objects
and figures from her personal dreams as well
as the dreams of the lions near to her at that
moment. Due to it being uncontrollable and
never constant in theme, it is hard for Cass
to make out what are memories and what are
dreams.The drool never ceases to end, which
both embarrasses and bothers Cassandra as lions
tend to stare or comment on it.

Her Element of Dreams
What can she do with her element?

Dream Room

Cass has the ability to tap into a willing, or even unwilling,
lion's mind and force them into a dream like state.
In this state,she can send a lion calming dreams
of a time in their life that they still hold dear to
them or even send them dreams they've had in the
past in hopes to sooth their worries or pain.

On the other hand, this ability can also be used
for darker intentions.There are dreams, but
there are also nightmares. Cassandra can
place a lion under the stress and fear of one of
their darkest nightmares as a form of interrogation.
Long term exposer under this ability could cause
anxiety and other conditions.

Cassandra knows of her ability to do this,
but has banned herself from ever using
it on anyone as she believes it is too cruel
and inhumane.

Lucid Dreaming
As Cassandra sleeps, she is aware that she
is dreaming and therefore can exert some
control over the characters, environment
etc. that appear.

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Rank
Nomad
After settling into the pride she decided to be ranked as a nomad. She didn't feel she fit much place else, since she disliked fighting and couldn't help actually heal those that were injured in battle. She thought about being considered a pride member,but didn't feel like she'd be helping out as much as she would have liked. So she ranks as a nomad, but constantly stays with the pride performing the duties that other members gives her, whatever it may be. Mostly, she tends to collaborate with healers to help those in both physical and mental pain. Since she Is technically not tied down to the pride she occasionally will go off to explore and take a break from the stress and gloom, but doesn't stay away for very long.

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Personality

In Short
Soft-Spoken/Passive/Hard-Working/Intelligent/Caring

In Full
Ever since Cassandra woke from her deep slumber she's been trying to place together her existence and where she came from. She can't remember anything from before her awakening, except for her name, knowledge of her abilities and a sense of foreboding of something on the horizon. Not knowing bothered her as much as her constant drooling embarrassed her. When her past, as well as the other lionesses' pasts, were revealed later on her memory wasn't triggered as she may have hoped. This could possibly be due to the experience having been too traumatizing and something deep within her wanted to keep those past feelings from arising again.

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Cassandra goes about her work in a quiet fashion. She doesn't like confrontations and avoids them as much as possible keeping her head down and her voice soft around tense situations. Standing up for herself isn't her strong suite and she will normally remain quiet and still hoping for the moment to be quick and painless. Fighting in general isn't her thing and she would surely leave the planet before ever being thrown into a battle to the death.

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Cass feels that she owes the pride something for taking her in, so constantly does whatever tasks they need her assistance with. She has a hard time refusing a job which sometimes causes herself to become overly stressed. She always tries to complete the job and takes her work very serious. Anyone goofing off during their work will receive glares from her, but not much else.

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Despite only being within the pride for a short amount of time Cass highly cares for the lions and lionesses within and tries to do little things for those that are suffering from the civil war. She'll send them happy dreams from a more peaceful time in their lives in hopes to give them a shred of peace and motivation to continue on.

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As she learned about the civil war and of the rebels, she couldn't help but to feel a disliking for the rebels that shook her to the core. It's a trait that passed over to her from her past life as in that time she was called upon by the leader of the rebels for his own personal gain. She can tend to be narrow-minded in her opinion of the rebels and sees them as lions with nothing but pure evil intentions.


What does this lioness fear?
She is worried that as this war continues on she will be asked or possibly forced to use her element as a form of interrogation. The alpha would never force her into doing such as thing, but she is paranoid about the idea. The alpha might not, but what about the rebel leader? If he ever found out about her ability would he seek her out? These questions run through her mind quite often at night and even appear in her nightmares. Unknown to her these nightmares are about a time in her past life where she was called upon by a male lion to do his bidding in exchange for the protection of those she loved. Which she had willingly agreed too. Even upon learning about her past life she still fears that history will repeat itself.

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Relationships

Saturn
Having come upon him one day, her drool was quick to get herself into trouble as it kept shaping a lone lion being killed in battle. Saturn was very quick to become aggressive, thinking she was mocking his pain and proceeded to yell at her for doing so. Cassandra tried to form an explanation on how her drooling had a mind of it's own, but couldn't bring herself to voice it and allowed him to chew her out till he fled in a huff. She was quick to put together that the lone figure must have been someone close to him that died and still haunts his dreams. They haven't encountered each other since, but Cass on occasion will find a way to sneak a pleasant dream to him about his cubhood in the hopes it will sooth his soul.
Xerxes
She was approached by him upon noticing that much like himself Cass too had a drool that she cannot control. They struck up a conversation and a friendship started to blossom. Now, whenever schedules and duties allow they'll get together for friendly-carefree conversation to complain about the trouble their drool caused them or discuss other matters. Unlike with other lions they are not embarrassed to drool around one another.

A Friend In You
(A short prompt on the two meeting each other)

It had only been a week since the other lionesses and I's awakening and I was clumsily stumbling around trying to find a place in a world I knew so little about. The others and I had went our separate ways, choosing not to stay together today much to my dismay. This left me all alone, sitting with my back pressed up against cool rock with nothing to do. I watch as many pride members, some wearing armor, exited from the cave entrance to my right. I remained silent, not wishing for them to take notice of me, but I guess if I didn't want that to happen I shouldn't have been sitting where I was. One male had looked, eyes impassive, before carelessly continuing on. I guess he's seen some things in his lifetime. Another's eyes showed pure shock, staring intently at the drool leaving my lips. I quickly looked down and threw a paw over my mouth, but that didn't stop it's advances and small drops hit the floor forming fangs, stars and flowers. I heard a huff as the lion left, his armor clanging and creaking with each step. I dropped my paw and sighed, how embarrassing.
"I think it's pretty cool." A voice stated to her left causing her to whip her head to face the figure. A male, possibly around the same age as herself, smiled kindly at her. A thick goopy green drool leaked from his closed lips. "At least yours isn't poisonous? Or is it? It doesn't look like it is though." He questions, eyes gently watching the random flowers and other shapes that took form.
"Um...no, it's not..." I quietly reply back, bewildered. I thought I was alone in my burden, but apparently not cause here he was, poison dripping and hissing as it touches the ground.
"Awesome. Hey, why not take a walk with me? I heard you girls are new and all so I can help you out maybe? Well....kind of new. You were sleeping for like a year. Does that count? Anyway, I'm not doing anything at the moment are you?" He asks, excitement clear in his eyes. He must feel as relieved as I do in this moment.
"I guess you can say i'm new to you, but you're not new to me?" But yeah, I'm not doing anything at the moment." I say, eager to learn about the pride and of course the stranger I already has something in common with. "My name's Cassandra." I tell him as we start walking, receiving curious stares from other lions.
"I'm Xerxes!"

Squall
More frequently than anything else, Cassandra will help out the healers and place their patients into soothing dreams to help them rest peacefully so they may heal easier. It was during these many occurrences that Squall and Cass struck up a sort of partnership. They don't speak much outside of business as he is a little on the shy side while she tends to be rather quiet while going about her work. However, they do share a respect for one another for their abilities.

The Other 11 Dream Lionesses
Cass considers them all to be like family to her. She felt a strong connection to them upon awakening that she couldn't place the feeling. It was as if they've always known one another. As if she's been through thick and thin with them without really knowing the extent of how true that really was. Like with all family she is closer to some more than others, but in the end she still cares about the wellbeing of them all. During their first few weeks fully awake, Cass constantly was attached to at least one member of the dream team. She felt more comfortable around them and didn't feel as misplaced in the world compared to when she was alone. Of course after awhile, everyone started to go about doing their own thing much to her dismay. Eventually though she was able to find a place for herself and make friends. She still stays in constant touch with them when possible, but she doesn't feel so hopeless anymore without them.

Nisanyafia and her used to be very close friends before the fog, though Cass doesn't remember that. Now a days though due to Nisa's seemingly unstable behavior Cass hasn't been able to get close to her though she tries as she feels a deep urge to help her.

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Shattered Memories
(A short story)
(Takes place before all the lionesses' pasts are revealed)
(Warning: Mention of injury)

Dreams....tend to not make sense. They can be reflections of one's desires and aspirations, but at the same time odd things can suddenly occur. Like your tail catching on fire and everyone laughs at you as you foolishly try to extinguish the flames.....yeah how embarrassing would that be?
It's these unrealistic distortions that I look for while in a dream. There's always something off, a feeling of detachment with the surroundings, a glossy look to the landscape or maybe someone says something uncharacteristic of them. Whatever it may be I find it and suddenly I remember that the world I'm in isn't real and therefore I can exert some control over what's thrown at me next.
Usually some silly situation pops up and I deal with it in whatever manner I wish, but this dream is....different.
I stand in a field, the sun bearing down on me and yet I do not feel it's warmth. The breeze combs through the grass, but I do not feel it's touch. Distortions, this place isn't real. I look down to notice that drool does not leak from my unwilling lips. No shapes form. It's as if I am a normal lioness like all the others. So yeah, defiantly a dream there's no doubt about that.
I relish in the feeling of normalcy, even though it's fake. It's only in the dream world that I can ever feel like this. Embarrassment free and nobody has a reason to stare at me uncomfortably.
The dream is quick to change topics and I see a thick white fog rolling in from the mountains and making it's way towards me. The sky turns grey and the breeze roars, uneasy. Should I run? A deep part of me is scared. Scared of what the fog may do. 'How many years will go by this time?' a small voice spoke next to me. I turn, surprised to find myself staring at my own self, a doppelganger perhaps? She looks tired. The kind of tired I've seen on many warriors coming home from battle. The kind of tired, where you know they're done fighting.
My doppelganger does not acknowledge my presence and instead stares intently at the fog. As the white mist reaches us, embracing us in white, I see my other self bear her neck to the fog, accepting and welcoming it.

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For a long while I see only white before the mist parts revealing a lone figure, curled in a ball, in a dark cavern. The walls seem to loom over him darkly, making him look small and helpless. He's badly injured, gasping for breath with some effort. I make my way quickly over to him wanting desperately to help him. It may only be a dream, but I can't stand to leave him suffering. Maybe I can conjure someone to help heal him? Maybe I can have Squall appear if I thought hard enough. Wished hard enough. Why is he injured though? What happened? Is the threat still here?

'You happened. You're the threat.'

"What?" I questioned faulting in my tracks. I watch as my doppelganger materializes from one of the dark corners and place herself in between myself and the injured warrior. Why would I ever....I would never harm anyone. Not intently....not like this! This dream is taking a turn for the worst. It's shaped into a nightmare, but it's different then the ones I normally have. Usually I'm in a cage, secluded from the rest of my kind. Much like the mysterious lion behind my doppelganger. Usually, I'm the victim of someone's scheme in my nightmares. Why is the roles reversed this time?
"It's not a dream or a nightmare. And it's always been like this." My other self states, her tail flicks impatiently from side to side. Her eyes bore into my own, calculating and impassive.
"Stop reading my thoughts!" I cried out. How is she able to read my thoughts?

'You and I are one in the same.'

"I'm nothing like you!"

'You can't deny who you once were! Who you were once allowed yourself to be!' My doppelganger snapped before releasing a roar that shook the very walls. The cavern began to collapse on itself from the force, rocks crumpling and falling from the ceiling. The dream was failing to stay together. My doppelganger had vanished in smoke, leaving the male warrior and I to our demise. I turned to leave, every instinct telling me to get out as quick as possible. The floor was beginning to crack, threatening to split open and swallow me up. I heard a groan behind me. The lion tried to stand, but his wounds were too severe. I couldn't leave him. I had to help.
I ran towards him, boulders crashing behind me. The lion watched me, horrified.

"No stop! Please! I'll tell you everything, please!" he cried out. I didn't have time to think about what he meant. I lunged at him as the floor beneath my feet disappeared and wrapped my arms around him, drawing him close. We fell together into the black, the warrior screaming in my ear. I'm tired of this dream. I want to be back in the meadow. I want to be In the meadow right now! I felt power surge through my body as we fell, wrapping itself around me and the male. In the distance I saw white open up among the black and grow bigger before finally it swarmed us, blinding me.

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Suddenly, the light faded and we both were back in the meadow once more. The male lion lay beneath me, his eyes bewildered. "Why would you help me? You hurt me and then help me the next second. Why?" he asked.
"I'm not her!" I insisted. I may look like her, but I'm not her. Am I?
"But you are." the male snarled pushing me off forcibly. As I hit the ground my world went instantly black.

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I wake with a painful gasp, my heart leaping out of my chest. I frantically look around, trying to find something to tie myself to reality. I watch as my droll makes small pleasant shapes like flowers, as if trying to comfort me in it's own weird way. I sigh, my breath becoming steady once more. I look out, noticing others moving about getting ready for the day ahead of them. I should be doing the same, but I lie there for a little longer. The dream had disturbed me, shaken me to my core. None of it made sense though. It must all have just been generated from my fears. Do I fear becoming evil? No, that doesn't seem right.
"Dreams don't make any sense." I finalize.

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Before The Fog

Only a select number of the dream lioness who remember their past lives remember who Cassandra once used to be. Before the war broke out, Cass caught the eye of the rebel leader after an accident with another cub. When the war started to brew over and all dream elemental lioness like Cass herself where rounded up and practically cadged, the rebel leader came to Cass with a proposition. In exchange for her life and the life of those she cared about at the time she'd serve him, undoubtedly. Cassandra agreed reluctantly and became a rebel activist. She turned very cold, emotionless and sadistic for who could allow themselves to feel with the things the rebel leader had her do. She interrogated many warriors and slayed them all in the name of the rebels. Like now her element was very limited only consisting of the abilities dream room and lucid dreaming. Her drool was very much active at the time, but like now it only revealed the dreams of herself and those close to her like it does in the present. The drool has always been a mysterious curse to Cass, but the rebel leader believed it must have had some purpose or a hidden ability waiting to be unlocked. For why would she be born with it if it didn't have a unique purpose?

The rebel leader was never able to actively figure it out. The war was turning on them. They were closer and closer to loosing by the day. So, the rebel leader ordered the deaths of all of the dream elemental lioness including Cass herself. Cass died wishing things had been different. That she was not a puppet in someone's show. That she hadn't been turned into the monster she is now. She wanted to forget. Death didn't seem all that bad. As long as she forgot.

When the fog claimed her that night. It granted her that wish.

She would not remember.



Catching the Eye of Evil
(A short story taking place during Cass's cub hood)
(Warning: Mention of death and name calling)

"Things are getting a little tense around here don't you think?" I asked Nisanyafia who lay next to me on the boulder we were sharing. The day was too nice, too calming and basking in the sun had caused us both to droop sleepy eyes and talk in quiet whispers. She glanced at me, pondering on the events up to today. Things were getting tense at home. A lion had begun questioning authority, he wanted change. Others were begin to agree with him. Some are worried another war is beginning. There's been so much blood shed already, some are tired of it. More so then not though lions and lioness are ready to rev up and fight for their beliefs, to begin another endless cycle of hate and bloodshed. I don't want a war to come, as I feel this male has more selfish intentions than he's letting on. I see a glimmer come to Nisa's eyes and I can tell right away that she doesn't feel the same.

"I think it's admirable what he's doing. He wants change. Change for the good. I'd get behind that cause." she says, voice full of admiration and wonder.

I sigh, cuddling up closer to her dropping the subject. I did not having the heart to argue my opinion to her. She's my best friend after all. Who am I to crush her spirits? We lay there for a little longer watching the images of cubs playing play with each drop of my blue liquid drool.

"Hey baby dribble!" A small cub voice squeaked out. I lift my head to watch as one of the cub bullies made his way towards us. I sunk into Nisa's fur wishing to disappear. Arthur, he always had a thing to comment on about my drool. I was his number one victim. "Oh you got your gal pal here too huh? How can you stand being around her anyway. She's a freak. My mom says the sins of her past leak from her lips unable to contain themselves." My heart squeezed painfully. Is that what people really thought about me?

"That's a white lie Arthur and you know it." Nisa hissed in my defense climbing off the boulder to stand in between him and I.

"You calling my mom a liar?" He growled, fur puffing up in a threatening manner. He pushed her over with his brute strength. Startled I got down from the boulder wishing to help her. Get his attention away from her, but he blocked me instantly and ignited his tail in a fiery blaze pointing it at me, threatening me to interfere if I dared. "You're just like her!" He snarled bringing his claws up to strike her. I screamed and the world turning instantly black.

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Arthur and I are alone in a black void. There is no ground, no dimension of time. Where are we? Arthur looks scared, he turns to me eyes shocked. "You....what did you do?!" He yelled at me. I did this? I don't know what this is. All I can see and feel is anger. He almost hurt my friend. He almost hurt her!

I felt a odd power flow through me. Arthur's face turns to shock to terror. His eyes well up with tears. "Mom? Dad?" He whispers, looking past me. Confused, I turn around. There is a battlefield and in the mist of it all Arthur's mom and dad lay still in the middle. My heart sinks, did....did I do that? No....I didn't mean...I didn't want to....he was hurting my friend! Arthur pushes past me, trying to reach his parents, but suddenly the scene goes black once more.

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When I come to again I'm standing where I was before the weird occurrence, except Arthur is on the ground. He's crying. Like he experienced the loss of someone close to him. Like that...dream....was real. Nisa's looking at me with shocked eyes, unable to speak. It was real wasn't it? But at the same time, not.

I hear foot steps come up behind me and I spin around. "I didn't mean to!" I cried out. I already felt bad as it was. I didn't need more scolding. It wasn't who I thought it would be though. The male, the one causing so much unrest towers over me. His face is expressionless, but I can tell he's thinking. Mulling through something.

"Well." He started. "Isn't that interesting."

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Thank you Oblivion Wing, dragoncool97 and -Willow for allowing me to use your lions/lioness in my form!

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marking to see who wins<3

[Rohan.]

Lovely lady here, cant wait to see who wins her ^^

Make sure to be getting your forms done soon to be entered in her competition. Unfinished forms wont be counted.