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Resque had been standing watch over her siblings as her parents were busy at the moment. Everything looked to be okay. Things were starting to get pretty busy around here with the moving and the introducing of members of the pride. Looking down, Resque enjoyed being up high it was good for seeing everything, she watched as her three other siblings were play fighting with one another. Resque had been working on her scenting and general ability to protect herself. Res was getting stronger everyday and she could tell that she was making her parents proud.

She almost missed it, the scent of someone that was unknown and it was near her territory. Hmm...

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Name: Worashein (War Machine)
Personality: Something of a serious guy at first, but around friends and family he tends let loose and enjoy the company. Easy to get along with for the most part, but he's guided by the ideal of loyalty and won't do anything to contradict any standing orders/promises. That being said, Wor won't stand by if anyone is in trouble either, and is more than likely to lend a helping paw (and in some cases, claws).
Prompt: 1
Response: The day was calm, his siblings were around him playing, and Wor couldn't be happier. He sat in the shade, watching the game of tag that occupied the current game time. He'd join in eventually, but only after he wanted to... or until Poe attempted some prank to pull him in. Either way, the little lion was biding his time, simply enjoying the atmosphere.

A bit of a commotion behind him caught his attention, and curiosity got the better of him. Quietly Wor got to his paws and padded to the other side of the thick tree. At first he was surprised to see another group of cubs playing a separate game of tag not far away, but as he watched he began to notice something that troubled him. It didn't look like a normal game of tag, instead of one cub chasing a group, it was a group chasing one cub, and the laughter he'd heard was only coming from the group. A frown creased his brows and he looked back to his siblings. Should he get them to help?

As he was debating on what to do a muffled scream and a yell caused him to jump and look back at the other group. The scenario that unfolded before his eyes was jarring, and he could not wait any longer! Rushing head long into the fray, if you could call it that as those cowards outnumbered the lone cub 3 to 1, Worashein leapt out in front of the group, his back to the terrified cub. "Hey! Knock it off!" he demanded, looking the bullies in the eye. To his chagrin, they laughed at him, their answer was this: "Why should we? You better move or we're going get you too." Wor scowled, words wouldn't do anything, and neither would leaving this poor cub alone to the bullies. So he lowered his head and tensed his muscles in preparation, "There's no way I'm letting you hurt him", Wor said firmly, hoping to scare them off one last time. Bullies were cowards, right?

"H-hey, we didn't mean anything by it!" they stammered, and one by one scrambled over each other to run in the opposite direction. It worked? Wor actually scared them away? He smiled, pleased with himself, and when he turned around to see if the other cub was okay he came face to face with his siblings. All of them! "What are you all doing here?" he asked, surprised as could be. The answer was simple, and made Wor grin. "We wouldn't let you face them alone!" Just hearing that filled Wor with pride and love for his siblings.
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Were you referred here? If so who? N/A

I'll be entering with the male cub with the name from my application.

Dumo was sure he'd heard a cry for help. He had been napping under a tree to kill the hottest part of the day, but the call had woken him sharply. He remained still for some time, ears twitching and whiskers quivering with the slight breeze as he strained to hear the noise again. Perhaps it had just been a bird? A bird that sounded oddly like his sister...

The cry came again and Dumo turned, eyes fixating on the river behind him. Yes, it was definitely a call for help, and it was definitely his sister Poe. He pulled himself to his feet and trotted quickly over to the river, ears forward to catch any sounds above the rushing water. He knew his sister loved to play pranks, but sometimes they got a bit of of hand. Her targets weren't always the wisest choice, and more than once she needed to be rescued from a trap she'd set up for someone else and then accidentally set off. Today, though, it seemed a bit more dire.

There was a log that laid over a narrow part of the river. It was sturdy enough for zebra to cross on it, so Dumo had no concerns when he stepped out onto it. Halfway across the log were a pair of claws hanging on desperately to the wood. One of Dumo's favorite passtimes was pointing out the flaws in other lions when they failed, since he was always right and could do nothing wrong, and his sister was a nearly constant target since her plans were so often foiled. But when Poe crossed the line and was in danger, all thoughts of teasing and parading himself around left his mind.

"What the heck are you doing?" he asked, leaning over the edge of the log. Poe couldn't get an answer, though. The river current was too strong and kept pushing her head underwater. Ears up, Dumo scrambled to the top of the log and dug his claws into the wood. What to do...what to do? He looked up, his calculating mind gazing downstream, and then he had his answer. It was rushing right towards them, actually. A pair of hippos were fighting not too far away, causing growing waves to cascade in the cubs direction.

"Poe! Pull up when I say!" he called down to her as her ears popped above the water. He knew she heard, because her claws dug in a bit harder into the wood. He waited, watching the waves come closer and closer, and as the small ones started to lap at the log he began to time them with his tail, tapping it lightly on the log.

"One...two...three," he murmured to himself, waiting for the big one. Just as the valley between two waves let Poe's head surface, he leaned down and shouted 'now!', his own claws holding firm into the wood. He watched as Poe pulled herself up as much as she could, and the large wave helped push her even higher. Seeing his chance, Dumo leaned down and grabbed the scruff of Poe's neck in his mouth and leaned back as hard as he could. The push of the wave helped ease Poe onto the log, and once he was sure all four paws were on the log, he let go and toppled over, panting heavily.

"You...okay?" he asked once Poe had coughed up some water. The positive reply made Dumo smirk exhaustedly. "Good...you owe me big time, dork...you can start...by carrying me back to land."

He'd just saved her butt. The least she could do would be to treat him like the king of the pride for the rest of the week.

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