[-Isabella-]

To adopt this lion, you must either:
1. Have a founder, be at least level 1, and have enough space to accommodate this lion
2. Or, you can adopt this one as your founder!

To win this lion tell me how they feel about their coat. Do they like the tones of gray, or would they rather be more colorful?

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[b]Username:[/b]
 [b]Lion name:[/b]
 [b]Lion gender:[/b]
 [b]Pride:[/b]
[b]Pride Status:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]

Ends 7/22/20

[wildfur2202]

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[Midnightkitkat]

Lost idea x.x
Good luck!

[Flicka]

Username: Flicka
Lion name: Artemis
Lion gender: female
Pride: Frostbite Fields Pride
Pride Status: Huntress
Prompt: "Why would she hate how she is?"
This lioness moves like the wind, disappearing like a ghost and scaring all who see her presence; at least those who's lights aren't snuffed out like the stars in the night. To the prey she is a nightmare, to her pride she is a legendary huntress.

[QueenOfWyrms]

Username: QueenOfWyrms
Lion name: Fiona
Lion gender: Female
Pride: Uaill Aislingean
Pride Status: neach-glèidhidh
Prompt: Fiona has always been told she was beautiful, her silvery grey a perfect match for her purple pink eyes. However, sh e has always yearned for that lovely passionate fiery red coat like the Rìgh’s young cousins had.

[AwkwardAnxiety]

Username: AwkwardAnxiety
Lion name: Argenti
Lion gender: Female
Pride: The Pride is Intertwining Roots
Pride Status: Hunter
Prompt: Argenti’s silver pelted is highly praised amongst the pride, grays, especially the paler ones, being a rarity. When she joined the Pride and was renamed as all new lions are, she was given a name meaning Silver. She was a bit affronted at being characterized by her appearance but learned that most lions are. This made it a little better. Pelts such as hers had been a commodity in her old pride and she reveled in the adoration laid upon her. She turned the heads of most of the males in the pride. However, she couldn’t seem to turn Ignis’, the First Lion, head. She did everything she could to make her pelt more attractive, asking cubs to build her crowns is flowers to adorn it, spending extra time making sure it was silky clean. In fact, it was almost like she’d begun to build he very identity around how gorgeous these lions considered her fur and Ignis’ denial to give her satisfaction was shaking the pillars holding her image of herself. But that was certain Not the case. She couldn’t be so shallow as that. [186]

(I didn’t see a word limit but I figured I’d add the word count anyways)

[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Lion name: Tacita
Lion gender: female
Pride: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4186402&hilit=Vok
Pride Status: death priestess
Prompt:

Tacita doesn’t often give much thought to her coat, except when she is conversing with the dead. Tacita was given the “death priestess” ranking, a job that was considered a high honor if you were able to do it. Her job was to call upon deceased ancestors and the spirits of the area for guidance and in some cases permission. She often works at night when the pale moon is at a height that allows illumination of her surrounding area. Her silvery coat allows her to fit in with the now pale landscape and the shadows. It also seems to welcome the spirits, they’re colors matching her own. She used to be nervous when conversing but her coat allows her to feel like she belongs while the color of her eyes indicates that she belongs to the living world. Occasionally her coat makes other lions talk and sometimes she wishes it could have color but she always is thankful when she returns to the spirits

[Meekins12345]

Username: Meekins12345
Lion name: Kaliska
Lion gender: Lioness
Pride: In the signature - The Pride of Wikimak
Pride Status: Tolorolla
Prompt:

Like most others, Kaliska was born with a different kind of coat, something not really common within her home territories. While others had pelts of various shades of browns (mostly), she was left with a grayish pelt that made it a bit difficult when it came to any sort of hunting position. Unfortunately, because of her pelt, she is unable to work within the hunting rank, since her colors easily give her away within the lush foliage of the nearby forests. Because of such a thing, and the inabilities it placed upon her, Kaliska hated the color of her pelt. She yearned to have a pelt like the others. With colors of browns and reds and tans, instead of gray and black.

So one day, to elevate her troubles some, she took a walk through the forests to try and figure out what she was ever going to do. She could try to dye it with mud and dirt and stuff like that but it'd just wash off later... A sigh ultimately came from her and she'd just wander deeper into the forests. But, eventually, she saw a lion in the distance... one clearly seen, for this lion was also not the same colors as the woods but... something like her. He had black and gray and white on his pelt, and he seemed to walk so confidently. She was quick to run over to him and question him, only to find out he was from another pride, somewhere a distance off... He invited her to come along, and she did.

It was at the pride of Wikimak that she found other uses for herself. While she may not be the greatest of hunters, she could definitely do medical work! Her pelt was easy to spot, so anyone could easily come up to her and ask her for help, if needed.

In her first pride, she found that she hated her pelt. But in a place like this, she's more prone to it. Sure, she wonders what life would be life with a different pelt... But then that life wouldn't be quite like the one she's' got now.

[wucaian]

Username: wucaian
Lion name: Flurry
Lion gender: Female
Pride: Mountain Pass Pride
Pride Status: Huntress
Prompt:
Flurry has been praised for the beauty of her fur. It’s so soft! And it’s such a pretty pale grey! Flurry wishes it weren’t. The Mountain Pass pride resemble the mountains they’re named for. Some say it’s Vaknoir’s blood running through their veins. Some say it’s a way to blend in to the rock and snow. Whatever the reason, the pride is full of grey. Flurry feels so invisible. Just another grey body. She wishes she had even a little splash of some brighter color in her fur.

[minifun990]

Username: minifun990
Lion name:Hatisha
Lion gender: Female
Pride:Mystic Isles
Pride Status: Huntress
Prompt:“You are lucky, Hatisha.” Hatisha's mother said somberly. “You are pure enough.”

“Pure enough for what mum?” Hatisha had asked, still a young cub. She was new to this world, unsure of so many things yet so eager to learn more. There were a few things that she had already learnt though, mistakes she had learnt not to make again. She felt herself shrink under her mother's gaze, knowing she had made another mistake.

“Greyborn.” The old lioness growled. Hatisha shrunk further, her mother only called that when she was very angry. “What have I told you about calling me ‘mum’? I am lead huntress and I shall be addressed with respect.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Hatisha shuffled for a bit. Before asking again. “But Ma’am what did you mean by pure enough?”

She didn't answer that night, nor the next, or the night after that. In fact, Hatisha was never sure if her mother did answer, instead she found out other ways. The other cubs in the pride were not cruel, at least most of them were but they often stayed away from the greyborn. Hatisha was never the most popular, nor the most appreciated, and she definitely wasn't seen as the prettiest.

The only friends she had were other greyborns and together they struggled through the hassles of being some of the few unusual lions in the pride. Creams and browns were the norm, whites exotic and beautiful. But grey? Only old lions were grey, only experience was supposed to colour a coat. Hatisha grew to hate her coat, just as she was taught to, constantly put down about it.

And she accepted it, just glad she didn't have a coat any less natural. She was honored that such a hideous lioness such as her could be accepted into the pride. Sometimes the other grey lions didn't see things the same way, but it was only through accepting their flaws that the greyborn could hope to gain favour among the beautiful ones.


It was only that favour and trust that got her onto the island that fateful day. It was her first trip to an outsiders' pride. She had no clue it would be one of her last.

She had just been scouting when she had been attacked by a black lioness. She tried not to hurt them too much, black lions were still cared for by the pure ones but a new comer stole her breath. The moment the lioness stepped from the foliage Hatisha had to do a double take. Surely her eyes were deceiving her. There was no way such a lioness could be real. Bright pink with brilliant swirls contrasting the white on her underbelly. Some of it at least, a vivid purple akin to Hatishas own purple eyes.

It was completely exotic, awe inspiring in its rebellion against nature. It should inspire hate in Hatisha, yet somehow she found it amazingly beautiful. For the first time in her life Hitasha wished she had more colour on her pelt, a blue, a green, a purple, anything to make her more interesting.

“So who's this pretty girl?” The exotic lioness said. Hitasha couldn't help but gape. Her. Pretty? She wasn't pure enough, but she was nowhere near exotic enough either. She was boring she was -

“I'm not sure, love her stripes though, that shade of grey brings out her eyes.” Hitasha’s brain appeared to be short circuiting. She must be hearing them wrong, or maybe they were teasing her. But they led her back to their pride and the compliments didn't stop with those two. So many different parts of her were appreciated, she got complimented on the almost cloud like lighter patterns, her gradient, her vivid eyes. At one stage Hitasha started to cry. She had never been called beautiful before. She had seen herself as ugly for so long that it took quite a while for the words to sink in. She wasn't lesser, she didn't have to be anything other than she was born. She was perfect just the way she was.
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