Post by charli2008 on Aug 28, 2007 9:06:39 GMT -6
FEATHER
Three years to show and proud of it.
With a pelt so light that it was once mistaken for a pile of sand the rest of her body is no different. Her underbelly is of a white colour, streaked with light traces of mud. Feather has a longer tail than most lions. This too is the colour of sand and has the same type of texture of sand. Feather has a lithe frame and seems delicate but hides immense strength. She sees through golden eyes, rimmed with black. As she is normally a peaceful lion no reminders of past fights are shown anywhere.
Feather is a peaceful lioness, and wishes no harm. But, because of her unstable life as a outcast, she is sometimes forced to fight. She always feels guilty about hurting others and hates to see a fight in process. Feather likes companionship but is afraid of being holed up in a pride. She doesn't like to casue pain, so always gets hunting over and done with as soon as possible. Feather herself is sensitive and a sarcastic comment, meant as a joke, will often upset her. When Feather is sad or angry she keeps it hidden inside, and nobody has ever found out what's bothering her.
Feather was the smallest of four cubs of the last litter of the season. Her mother was young, and they were her first litter. Feather was pushed around a lot nad being too weak to defend herself this started her wish to not hurt anyone. The lionesses pride was large and always being threatened with being taken over. But they were always protected. Then, when Feather was only a few monthes old, a pair of nomadic males came to the territory. The current leaders were overthrown and killed. The new leaders killed all young cubs, but Feather was spared by hiding in a hollow tree. She watched her brothers and sister being killed and wished more than ever to never hurt anybody. Feather escaped and with help from a nursing nomad she met she grew to be strong, but still small. Now she wanders around, scared of living in a pride.
