THE KING'S SERVANT [o, SCARED LION ON BORDER]

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    ⚠ ― // He is not currently possessed by Vader!!


    He was stumbling. He tripped over his own feet and fell onto the ground- the lion isn't sure where he is and there's drying blood on his mouth and paws.


    It's not his own, not at all. No- he wasn't even sure what it was from. Just that his belly was full. It was probably Vader's last meal, and he preferred not to think about what it was.


    Then... when he returned to his own pride, and saw what had unfolded- collapsed at the corpses of his children, of his coalition- three of his lioness had survived the attack, but wished them strength before they died of their wounds.


    It was crushing. For a kind soul to grow his pride to eight, sacrifice his freedom in order to protect them, then find his entire pride slaughtered.


    The lion smelled the Earth, of someone's scent and quickly got up, stepping away from the border, ears laid back.


    Some kind of lion he was. A fearful lion- gentle. Too kind for his own good.


    And how much he wanted to die. To join his lioness. To hide behind his shame. The lion puffed out his chest, and stepped over the border. He found an uprooted tree- and laid down under the roots, curling in on himself, paws over his eyes and tail close.


    And the lion cried.


    @lessa s.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px;width:400px;font-family: trebuchet ms;text-align: justify;]Vani had not been in the clan long, nor had she been in the clan life for too long, but a crying lion - no matter where one was - was something that she had never heard of before. She saw lions as apex predators, those willing to fuck around with others, and won't take any shit. So imagine the bear's surprise when she happened upon the large feline, paws over his head as tears fell from his eyes.


    She couldn't help but stare at first, confusion plastered across her face.


    "Um..." She would speak, shaking her head as thoughts rushed through her mind. "Do you need help?"

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    I AM DISGUSTED BY ALL THE INJUSTICE — littlestar — hawkclan — she/her —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]No. One of Littlestar's personal but strict policy's was to never judge someones tears. Not even if they seemed strong and big. Everyone had a story behind them, she learned that the hard way. Everyone deserved a cry, even the people over the Exiles that she hated. Boy, she would fucking love to see them cry, come to think of it. Exhaling, the crooked jawed tabby followed after Vani. She quite liked the big bear and was following her with the intentions on having a nice talk with her. But she heard the sobs, the sniffles. Crying. Her brows furrowed in concern, at first believing that Vani might be the one tearing up but she asked a question to the lump behind the uprooted tree. Her ears pricked and her golden eyes narrowed. A lion. No familiar scent but she saw the blood on his paws. Was that why he was crying? Had he stumbled upon a friend dying? Empathy pricked at her soul and she crept forwards, claws unsheathed all the while, but otherwise remaining on her feet. "Hey.. big fella. You're gonna be okay, know that? I just need your name." She exhaled softly, trying to imitate all the nice people she'd ever seen in her life time. "And maybe, if you can, why you're crying." The actual question she should be asking instead of this was 'business' but it didn't seem as if the lion had any real business here. He was just trying to find somewhere to cry.


    She was glad that she had followed Vani now. Otherwise she would never have been able to confront the lion crying outside their massive thorn wall that separated Hawkclan from the loner lands.

    ⚠ ― The lion's eyes grew wide and his ears laid back at the first voice- his spine hunched and crawled back into the shallow trunk of the tree, finding himself cornered. Oh no- what if they hurt him, too?


    Help... They are offering help. "Yes-" His voice cracks and he chokes on tears, wrenching forward and heaving. His ears laying backwards, and brown eyes travel to the fiery cat. "Lateef... My name's Lateef." What a coward. Your name literally means gentle.


    "He.." His mouth dropped, breaking into another cry. "He killed them all... the lioness, my brothers... even the cubs-" He gives a far away look. "Not one of them were safe from him and I couldn't stop it-"


    @lessa s. again

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px;width:400px;font-family: trebuchet ms;text-align: justify;]Lateef seemed like a nice name, it sounded nice, and it was different - something Vani liked. She knew that she had never met someone with the same name, and therefore, she knew it was original, as she had met a lot of animals in her time wondering around as a loner. Though as the lion continued to speak, concern would wash over her face. "Who?" She would speak, eyes glistening slightly as she heard his story - his whole pride was gone? That's what it sounded like, at least.



    super rushed, sorry