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sovereign sabers are a prehistoric sabertoothed cat species that has recently been revived by scientists and placed into
controlled environments in order to be monitored. sovereigns are heavy on gene-splicing and creative freedom, so
there's bound to be a sovereign that suits your fancy!

traits:
[nr] naturally occurring colors (orchid mantis & koi colors)
[c] ear edits (serval-like ears)
[uc] pupil edit (no pupils)
[r] gene-spliced tail (fish), unnatural patterns, patches of scales

the first valentine's event sovereign is here - meet the laced catfish! it has been spliced with the genes of a koi fish and orchid mantis!
since this sovereign uses the male lines, it may be gendered as anything! you do not need to adopt this sovereign as your
queen if you don't possess a queen already.

to win this sovereign, share with me it's favorite way to show affection, either platonic or romantic!
prettying up forms is encouraged, but not required!
no minimum, 200 word maximum. (you may go over just a smidge if need be, i'm not your mom)
judging ends on valentines day!

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]sovereign's name:[/b]
[b]sovereign's gender:[/b]
[b]sovereign's rank:[/b]
[b]link to pack:[/b] (having one made before adopting is not required, but encouraged)
[b]prompt:[/b]

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[Glowingsaltshaker]

username: ~ Vivid_Dreams~
sovereign's name: Moonstone
sovereign's gender: Female
sovereign's rank: Queen
link to pack: Evegreen Sovereigns
prompt:
Moonstone is a very wise saber, but she still shows her love very openly! This Queen enjoys the company of other sabers, including cubs, and adults alike! Even the elders can give her some advice here and then. Moonstone is anything but introverted, though she can be a little shy when meeting other creatures. Nonetheless, she loves spending time with others, and listening to stories! While most past queens enjoyed war, and killing, Moonstone much prefers settling problems over a cup of coffee, or a fresh seal. She believes in peace among most other creatures, and kindness over cruelty.

She shows affection by comforting those in need, and standing up for those who can't or won't stand up for themselves. Though she may seem all sweet and sappy, she does have a sassy side, and she won't hesitate to defend herself. However soft she may seem, she shouldn't be underestimated. Moonstone often finds herself in the nursery, tending to the little ones, sorting out fights and arguments, and she'll even tell them some elder's stories from long ago. She won't admit it, but Moonstone loves cubs even more than adults, to the point where her heart melts at the sight of them. She's the sweetest Saber you'll see.

THIS BABE IS SO PRETTY! <33

[beebun]

username: beebun
sovereign's name: valentine
sovereign's gender: male
sovereign's rank: matriarch’s consort
link to pack: to be made! my founder is a wip(my myo~)
prompt: he doesn’t really show his love ‘openly’ per say.. but in a collection of little gifts given to his love interest. some of these gifts can be very weird things... (wip)

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[Gaycko]

username: Seven of Sushi
sovereign's name: Pico
sovereign's gender: Male
sovereign's rank: Chief
link to pack: Unnamed Pack
prompt:
A saber of few words and often confused with being Mute shows his love in words. [WIP]

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[/nyx.]

username: bmkmb
sovereign's name: Oshun (Oshunae)
sovereign's gender: male
sovereign's rank: fletcher
link to pack: none yet
prompt:

The nobility hears many things, and the fletchers are their eyes and ears. Of course, the vassals—the hunters—would not complain within the nobles' range. They do not wish to risk exile, not when they were born and raised to fear the unknown.

Thus, the existence of fletchers are kept secret. Fletchers are hunters in disguise. They lead the conversation towards dangerous topics (unbeknownst to their packmates) and urge them to truly speak their mind.

Fletchers are masters of gossip and communication. However... there are more uses to those skills than picking out rebels.

She sees a pebble, undoubtedly from the delta, in front of her den. Only hunters ever travel to the delta. It's too far away, too troublesome. And... it's her favorite type of pebble. Smooth, intriguing flecks of color. She looks around. Who?

The pack talks, of course, about matehood. And the fletchers, who spend more time with the nobles than others, observe: She likes poppies. She likes birds. She likes that shade of red.

It happens again and again. A collection of flowers. Rare flowers, her favorite flowers. Feathers. Later, another pebble. A smirk plays on her lips as she looks around this time. She knows who.

It surprises the vassals when a noble invites Oshun to dine with her. Him? But how? He's not strong, not the best hunter. He's useless! If only they knew.

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