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The Form:
Cub Name: Hai’Machafuko Makkeseweru
Does it mean anything? Living Chaos (Swahili)
Personality: Hai is different; she has always been different and likely will always be different, thanks to her predominantly white coat. Rather than feel ostracized for this strange quirk, she’s very proud of it, and in fact somewhat vain. She enjoys being different from the crowd and drawing attention, as long as it's not the pitying or scornful kind.

While not a mischief-maker like Rhine, she does what she can to stand out and keep as many eyes on her as she can. If this means she has to work harder than others to be stealthy, then so be it – she will prove that she is worthy of her pride, and that her ego is not without a real foundation. She’s also very protective of her sisters; she is the oldest, after all, and feels that it’s her duty to look out for them... even if it means taking the fall for some of Rhine’s pranks; after all, she knows she’s innocent, and protecting a sister from getting in trouble is just as worthy of self-pride as anything else!

Prompts # and Answer. Prompt # 1

Everywhere she went, Hai could feel their eyes on her. The stares were never ceasing, though some did try to be subtler about it than others. Really, she knew that she was different, with her predominantly white coat and very little dark colors to her name: neither a good color to have on the battlefield, as they tended to make her stand out rather than to help her hide.

But this was getting ridiculous! Her fur was never going to change, and she liked being different. Besides, white was a beautiful color even if it was impractical; there was no need for everyone to look at her like she was some unfortunate cub, cursed to never succeed! Huffing slightly, Hai held her head and tail up high, not deigning to give the watchers the pleasure of acknowledgement.

She could be just as good at fighting as anyone else here! She would prove it! Struck by an idea at last, the cub decided that she would sacrifice her vanity for a little while, to prove that she was just as good as anyone else was. It didn’t take Hai long to find a place that was sufficiently muddy for her purposes, and taking a deep breath, the cub jumped into the puddle and rolled around until every inch of her pristine fur was covered by the dark and sticky substance.

The feel of it was disgusting, but if it were the only way to stop others from looking at her like she was unfortunate, she would take it – even if it meant sullying her fur. If darker fur truly were better, then darkening her fur with mud would stop the stares and let her perform as she should! And if it wasn’t (as she personally believed, because she couldn’t be both beautiful and unfortunately colored!) then the mud would make no difference at all.

With gloppy-sounding pawsteps, Hai made her way back to the den, deciding to use her new, falsely-dark fur to pounce on one of her sisters – if she could catch one of her dark-furred siblings, then that would surely be enough proof, one way or the other. But if her mother was in the den... well, explaining to the lioness why she was covered from head to tailtip in sticky mud wasn’t going to make this into one of her best days. Taking another deep breath, Hai prepared herself for the plunge and snuck into the den, ready to face whatever awaited her there.

The Form:
Cub Name: Vivificantern Makkesewru
Does it mean anything? "Life Giver" in Latin
Personality: Vivificantern, or Vivi for short, knows she is different, and at times despises it so. She is always hiding behind her mothers or sisters, trying to hide from watching eyes. At times she wishes she could just blend into the shadows all together. She loves her family dearly, and wants to always be there to protect them, but feels her white coat somehow hinders her in some way. To make herself feel at ease about this, she has made a promise to herself to prove to everyone just exactly what she is capeable of. Over time, this will be something she will grow out of, but it will always linger in her head how she stands out, where everyone else does not.

Despite her insecurities, Vivi can hold her own when the time calls for it, and can fight with the best of them and certianly isn't one to me messed with. She believes in Justice above all else and will do everything in her power to see that it is delivered. And by delivering justice, in whatever way, Vivi belives she's now given them a new sense of purpose. A new sense of life, where they have learned from their mistakes and know to never cross her loved ones again.
Prompts # and Answer. #1

The small white, gold and blue cub lay in the dirt, her pelt stained by the brown crystals they called sand. Beneath the shadows of the tree's and the setting sun, mixed with the sand, her white pelt no longer seemed so....white. In fact, she seemed rather ordinary now. To bad it would all fade away as soon as she moved.

Holding her breath to remain as still and as 'normal' as possible, Vivi cast her blue gaze to the sky. A soft sigh escaped her muzzle as her mind began to wander. Why was she so different? Why was she white, when her sisters and mother could blend into the night so easily. But not her. As soon as the moon rose high into the sky, its rays lit up her pelt like the north star. Sometimes she even swore she could sparkle.

As she stood, she shook herself of the dirt. Her entire body rippled from her nose to her tail tip till her fur stood on end. Glancing down at her paws, she felxed her claws into the ground, scoring the earth as she did so. As she watched the ground scrape away, her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed. Sometimes she wondered if her pelt color really did hinder her abilities to be a warrior or a protector. What if it did? What was going to become of her? Would her mother or pride members cast her out? Would her sisters not like her anymore?!

Her tiny heart began to beat faster and faster with each terrifying thought. And as she stepped further into the moonlight, her pelt lit up even more, which only caused Vivi to utter a sob and shed a few tears. Sniffling, she rubbed her paw over her face, smearing the tears into the remaining bits of sand that now turned to mud. Glaring up at the moon, she uttered a silent curse. Her tiny blue eyes scanned over every star and she pounded her tiny paws into the dirt. She would show them. Somehow she would. Maybe not now. Maybe not tomorrow, but some day, Vivi would show everyone that just because she was white did not stop her from being able to prove she could be just as war related as the rest of her family. Where ever justice needed to be given, she would be the one to give it to them.

Yeah...thats it. That's exactly what she would do! Swearing right then and there, Vivi made it her life goal to ensure there was justice in the world, wherever she went. Even if she never left her pride, she would be their silent watcher, their white guardian. Their Life Giver.

The Form:
Cub Name: Anevay Makkesewru
Does it mean anything? Superior
Personality: Anevay is a very kind and gentle soul. She is always looking out for her siblings as well as others. Although, she tries not to listen to her sisters because they tend to get her into trouble. Anevay is not however, afraid to fight for what she believes in. Anevay also loves to explore the land and is a bit of a adrenaline junkie.
Prompts # and Answer. #2

Anevay smiled happily as she walked back home after a long day of exploring. "Hello mom--" Anevay hardly got a greeting out before her mother began to yell at her. She tilted her head to one side in confusion has her mother yelled at her about pulling a prank on the Prime Minister's son. Had she pulled a prank on the Prime Minister's son? Anevay shook her head. It was Rhine who had most likely pranked the other young cub. She saw her mother looking at her, waiting for her to answer her question. "I know this looks bad.... But it wasn't me I swear! I was out all day exploring...." Should she tell her mother that she was off pride lands and in a swampy area? Yes. It would be better to get in trouble for something she did do rather then something she didn't do. "Mom... I know you will be angry, but I wasn't the one who pulled a prank on him. I was actually in the swamps outside the pride lands." Anevay saw her mother's mouth drop in shock and disbelief. She heard her mother say she didn't see her in touble, and she replied that was because she wasn't in trouble. Her mother shook her head and grew angry. Shinigami didn't believe that her daughter would be dumb enough to go into the swamp, so she figured that Anevay was just trying to get herself out of trouble. "But mom! You probably would have seen me pulling the prank because it would lead to me being in trouble now. I am telling the truth that it wasn't me!" Shinigami knew that her dauther was probably right about her seeing Anevay get in trouble now, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She decided to ground Anevay for the prank and for ventureing into the swamp, for good measure. Anevay sighed and went to bed hungry that night.

Sorry for it being long. sweatdrop

The Form:
Cub Name: Shubhra Makkeseweru
Does it mean anything? Indian for radiant; pure; white
Personality: Shubhra is a hard working girl. She is a pleaser and is always trying to prove herself. Shura wants to make her mother proud along with the rest of her clan and also, despite her pelt, she wants to please Deathscythe, her colony’s parton spirit. She is a kind heart and also a great listener.
Prompts # and Answer. 1

Shubhra leapt into the air attempting to catch her prey, a small butterfly. With each leap, she gained height, but the pesky winged insect was always out of her reach. Shura let out a small growl. She was going to be tough and just as perfect as Mama.

She knew that her white fur was a small habilitation, but with proper training and when everyone saw her skills, she would make her family proud. Though she knew her Mama might be angry about her tracking dirt and mud into their den, was willing to risk it? Trying to attack in a forest when you are white is a foolish move. Wouldn’t she understand the importance of camouflage.

She found a nice bush, not too prickly, and ran through it, catching leaves in her hair and fur. As soon as her mother saw her fur, she would have to bathe. What she needed was new fur. Shura wasn’t sure how to get a new set of fur. Maybe when she was older she could find a dark pelted rabbit and get a dark coat that way?

She kept walking back to the den, thinking. As she walked she past a small creek. It was tiny, and not that much water was flowing in it, though she could easily fall and drown in it. Shura laid at the edge and pawed at the water.

Her blue eyes reflected back at her and she sighed. She looked barely anything like her sister. They had dark coats, she had white. They had very few marks besides their shared tail rings, and she? She had yellow gold marks that could blind anyone that looked at her. She couldn’t understand what she was so different. Was she cursed?

A breeze came that ruined her clear reflection. As the water settled she looked again. She started to see resemblances in her reflection. She had dark ears like her Mama, and her tail was white with blue fur at the end. The markings weren’t exactly like Mama’s though they resembled some.

Shubhra smile grew. She didn’t need to look like her mama, or be like her sisters. Her reflection was just that hers. As she came to this realization the butterfly before came and landed on a flower inches from Shura’s face. She swiped at the butterfly, intentionally missing it. She laughed and shook off most of the leaves, a few sticking to her hair.

Shubhra walked home a bit happier with herself. She may not look like the perfect dark warrior, but she knew that she would try her best to be one.

The Form:
Cub Name: Astraia Makkeseweru
Does it mean anything? Greek name meaning "starry one." In mythology, this is the name of a goddess of justice.
Personality: Astraia may look different on the outside, but on the inside she is the same as her sisters. There is one quality she posses more than her other sisters, and that quality is that she is a fighter. She will fight for what she believes in, and follow her heart in each decision she makes throughout her life. Being the oldest sister she feels slightly protective over her younger siblings. She would never let them be hurt if she could help it. She would even give her life if it meant she could protect her sisters or even mother from danger. The thought of losing any of her family members does frighten her, though she will never admit it. She pushes the thought of death into the back corners of her mind, where she will keep it for the rest of her life. The reason she does so is because she wants to be able to be strong for her family. Thoughts that make her weary would make her weak, or so she believes. So she always tries to keep a positive mind when around her family. Even when she is planning her next battle strategy, a positive mind is what she holds.
Prompts # and Answer. Prompt #1.


Today was just like every other day for Astraia or so she thought as she opened her eyes to the brand new day. She woke up to another day with the bright yellow rays of the shining sun, glowing in navy blue eyes. As she shook out her fur in the warm air. She slowly began to stretch her small white,yellow, and even black legs as far as the would reach in front of her. As she finished her morning stretches she looked around her and could see the rest of her family was still resting. Astraia did not want to wake her mother or sisters since they looked so peaceful. So instead she slowly got up from her resting spot and tip toed off to the nearest watering area.

Luckily this area was not very far from the place they had choose to rest at. Which seemed perfect to her, sense she needed to keep an eye for them anyways. As she bent down to lap a few sips of water, she heard some other creatures nearby talking. So she quickly dashed behind the nearest bush, so not to be seen. Though as she hide in her hideaway she could the creatures begin to talk. From what she could make out, the creatures seemed to be talking about how their young ones took after them in certain ways. Ways such as color and ways of life. Things she had only just begun to understand at her young age.

Astraia listened just up until the creatures had left the watering area. As soon as they left, she wandered back out close to the waters edge. Deep inside her mind she began to wonder, "What exactly did they mean by their young ones looked just like them? Did they mean color wise...?"

As soon as the words came to her mind she turned her head, and looked behind her where her mother and sisters were sleeping. She looked at their coats and then down at her own. Their coats were so dark as if they were dressed for battle, which fit the way her family was raised. While her coat on the other hand was so white as snow with a dab of yellow, it just didn't fit. She looked nothing like them, she was a sea of white in a darkened sea of colors. So mismatched it was hard to believe, that they were even the slightest bit related. "Do I really belong in this family," she whispered under her breath, as she slowly lifted her head from looking at her own coat of fur. She felt slightly disappointed that she wasn't darker like her family. Maybe then she would be able to walk by her family, and no one would question if she was really her mother's child. Deep inside her mind she felt disconnected by the colors of their furs. Though she would never ever tell her mother that, since she had enough to worry about raising all three of them by herself. Slowly she turned her head back towards her sleeping family, the area she had left only moments ago.

As soon as she looked back towards them, she looked at all of their faces. They all seemed fairly happy and content, with the dreams they were dreaming in their sleep. Not only that but they looked peaceful, and those faces reminded her just how she belonged. While she may not look anything like them in color, she still was apart of the family. A family that was not your ordinary family, but a family nonetheless. They laughed, they cried, they caused trouble together, and they smiled together as one. Astraia knew that she was was different then the rest of her family. May be she was different for a certain reason, one others wouldn't understand. Maybe it was just cause she was the first child. Since she was the oldest of all of her siblings, that much she knew. Though then again maybe she was a different color because, she was meant to be the protector of her sisters and family. A protector for when they could not protect themselves from harm.

Her white coat would definitely help her to stick out in front of the rest. That way if they were in trouble she could distract the person, while her sisters could escape. She could fend off all the enemies that may try to hurt them, and warred of all the danger that could come upon them. Thoughts began to wander all throughout her mind, as she trotted back to her sleeping area. These thoughts were thoughts of what exactly she could do, and what her coat would be useful for in the future. Paw after paw she trotted, thoughts still racing through her mind. Until the final moment when she finally arrived back at her sleeping spot. The time when she began to lay down and close her eyes. The last thought that came to her mind before she drifted off to her dreamland was, "This is where I belong, with my family of darkened colors..."