Username: minifun990
Lion name: Haiba
Lion gender: Female
Pride: Mystic IslePride status: Scout
Prompt: "What am I attracted to?" Haiba repeated, looking at her newest friend. She was one in a line of many, but that didnt make her any less special.
"What isnt she attracted to?" Another adolescent male snorted before she could answer. Haiba couldn't even remember his name. "Shes only been here a week and I've seen her follow a butterfly, follow the scent of a flower across half the territory only to bring back a bunch of rocks." Haiba felt herself warm under her fur. It was all true of course, and much more that he just hadnt seen, she literally only got here because she followed the paw prints of a lion missing a toe and it lead her to the mostly amused king of this pride.
"You guys don't feel it?" The two shook their heads. They were younger than her, perhaps thats what it was. "Every smell, noise, sight is its own marvelous sensation" She smiled, while the other two only furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.
"Every time I find something unique, like that blackened rock, it has its own story! It practically has a personality." She exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. The first lioness just shook her head.
"I thought I understood there for a moment but a rock?" She stood, "I was meaning what sort of mate you wanted."
"He'd probably have to be a rock himself" The lion chortled, Sera nudged him and hissed to shut up but it was too late, Haiba walked into the distance, the alure, the attractive nature of uniqueness calling her on.
As she tracked a set of hoofprints she'd never seen before Haiba pondered. She could tell that lion had been trying to pick on her but she would be attracted to a lion, or lioness like that rock. The rock was unique, had personality, a story to tell, it didnt let others beat it down, and it let the enviroment shape them, but never let it break them.
Haiba huffed at her thoughts a little, was she really thinking about being attracted to a rock? Even if it was just the ideas it represented, well, it made her a little odd.
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