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RULES

1: Usual rules apply. Follow Gaia & SoA shop rules of course.
2: These cubs will remain in the Ashnai'le pride, unless forced out due to plot devices.
3: Do not discourage others or whine. You will be disqualified.
4: You may enter for both cubs, but only win one.
5: These cubs may have the potential to be the 'Chosen One'. As such, please be willing to rp, as they are not just for sig candy!
6: Have fun!

RP Prompts:

1. Since day one, your mother has taught you how to roam quietly and stay hidden in the bushes, both day and night. And she doesn't hesitate to remind you that failure to do this will be very dangerous. One day while mother is out on a hunt, you are given a turn to stand guard at the den and watch your brothers. How do you feel about this responsibility, and how well do you handle the situation?

2. You're an adolescent now, and the day has come where you and your siblings are finally spotted by another pride member. And not just any member, but one of the King's guards, a Ligi. Your mother tries to ward off the individual, but he forcibly shoves her aside to get a better look at the hidden litter. How do you respond to his taunts and behavior, knowing he could easily report the whole situation to the king?

3. Create a prompt of your own! 8D



Entry Form!:

Mmmm, Ashnai'le ~ So tempted xd

I am writing for: [White] Tiger!
Cub Name: Matumaini (Swahili for "Hope")
Personality Blurb: Matumaini is a stocky, sturdy fellow who is very fond of his little family. He is a loving, plucky, cheery young lad and though he has the promise of growing up big and strong, notable by his large paws, no thing is certain in the Ashnai'le lands. Matumaini is slow to anger and soft spoken, being the sort to weigh his words before he lets them out, knowing nothing said can ever truly be taken back, though he will not hesitate to fight if he needs to protect his mother or brothers. Though he isn't the oldest, he likes to act like he is and he likes to pretend that he isn't afraid of anything, though that is a lie. He acts that way in hopes that one day it will be true, but he is deeply worried about the king and his ligi killing his mother and brothers, which often induces nightmares. Because of this, he doesn't sleep well, which can impair his judgement.
Prompt Reply:

Momma always said to lay low and stay quiet. The world was dangerous, particularly their little patch of the world, but he never truly understood. Sure, he did as she said, he'd not dream of disobeying his mother... Plus he wasn't exactly the sort who wanted to get his rear swatted for misbehaving. The shame that went with it and the disappointment in his mother's eyes would have been enough to dissuade him from just about anything. Still, he never understood just why it was so dangerous. Cubs had predators, of course, but what made their home worse? He wondered this frequently, but he didn't have to wait too terribly long to find out just what made his mother so cautious.

The young adolescent clung near his mother's heels, feeling safe and snug between his brothers, when a massive male passed by. He shrank back, unsure of himself or what would occur, given the fact that he had never seen another, outside of his family. His heart thudded and he took a step back as the male moved closer.

"Quiet." He whispered as softly as he could to the nearest bundle of fur, though he feared being heard himself. His heart was beating so loudly. Surely the male would hear it.

"What's this we've got here, then?" He was a big, dark fellow and his eyes seemed to be as sharp as cut glass.

"Oh, nothing, nothing! Say, I think I caught sight of a plump antelope earlier, wouldn't it be a nice tribute for the king?" He'd never heard his mother speak in that manner before. She sounded strange and not like herself at all. He pressed himself closer to the ground. For the first time in his life, he was truly afraid.

"I've not smelled anything. What is that behind you, lioness." His words were harder, his eyes sharper as he stood taller to see behind her. She was quick to match him, shoving herself between him and her precious offspring. Each attempt to see past her was rebuffed with her bulk and he was growing impatient.

"Stand aside. I said STAND ASIDE." He struck her with his shoulder, sending her to one side, so that he could see the four little males, huddled together. Matumaini peered up at the dark solider, his emerald eyes as round as saucers. The male had shoved his mother, hurt his mother, but he was too small to do anything about it. He wanted to run to her, but he was rooted to the spot by fear of what would happen should he move.

"Just a bunch of worthless mouthes to feed. You're wasting the land's prey on this pathetic lot? When there are older, stronger lions in our garrison that need to be fed? Bah." He spat in disgust.

"I wanna be in your garrison. I wanna be a big 'n strong ligi like you, so I c'n pruh'tect our king." The words left Matumaini's mouth before he realized just what he was saying. It was instinctive, a desperate attempt to protect himself and his loved ones, though he was unsure if it would work. Words were all he had and this lion could easily kill, if he so chose to do so. Fear could be one's strongest ally.

The little adolescent's words caught him off guard. That wasn't the response he usually got. It was always fear, pathetic mewling for lives to be spared, that sort of thing. Cubs had been rooted out and systematically killed, after all. Amusement was obvious on the older ligi's features as he took a second look at the four little bundles. Maybe they weren't so tiny. They were growing fast. The honesty and determination on the white one's face was enough to make him smile, despite his earlier decision to kill them.

"Well. If you're gonna be a great, big ligi instead of some worthless runt, you'd better start training. We don't have time for worthless runts and they definitely can't defend our king." Humored, he took his leave, turning tail to bother some other members of the pride.

I am writing for: [Black]Tiger!
Cub Name: Jasiri - brave in Swahili
Personality Blurb: True to his name, Jasiri is brave and courageous as the day is long. Unfortunately, he can't quite tell the difference between someone that needs help or someone that simply wants to be left alone. He constantly tries to 'save' his brothers from bugs and dangerous looking rocks, practicing his roar whenever he can. When he grows up his bravery and courage will only intensify and, unless he is taught the difference between bravery and foolishness, he might find himself in serious trouble. A stern and structured young life will help keep his paws on the right path, though, and given the chance, he could turn into an unstoppable warrior.
Prompt Reply: Prompt 2

No one ever messed with his family without feeling his wrath. When he was a cub, Jasiri had quickly eaten up any bugs that had dared crawl on his brothers, roared - or more accurately, squeaked - at any leaf that fell in their protected den, and scratched up dangerous trees. No one crossed his path without feeling his tooth and claw! As he had grown he had learned that not everything was out to get them. Mother had show them how to wait and see if something was dangerous, and when to determine if they should attack or run. But to Jasiri, running was never an option. He could take on any opponent!

And now was no different. There was a strange lion here, and he had pushed Mother aside. That was not allowed. No one touched Mother like that and got away with it! He waited with his brothers in their den, growling quietly, crouched and ready to attack. He was big - not that he had ever seen a lion any larger than Mother, of course - and his sneering ways were far too annoying. He deserved to be put in his place!

With a roar he lept forward, claws out and teeth bared. The next second he was on the ground, seeing stars. A massive paw had swatted him clean out of the air! Stunned and dazed, Jasiri tried to stand, but he stumbled into the wall of the den and returned to a laying position. There were two of the lions now, and both of them were laughing at him. He snarled and tried to lunge again, but he tripped over his own paws and fell at the feet of the huge beast. He felt that same paw rest against his head, and pressure began to increase, oh why did it hurt so much...

Suddenly it was gone. Mother's familiar snarl and angry voice came from somewhere above him. He closed his eyes in shame. How could he not protect Mother and his brothers? He was a failure, surely...he needed to practice his technique. He ended up passing out and, when he woke, the big lion was gone. The danger had passed for the moment, but he vowed to practice and get better so he could protect his mother and siblings if that big brute ever came back.

I am writing for: [Black] Tiger!
Cub Name: Kurojaki [Black Demon ; Devil]
Personality Blurb: Kuro's an agreesive little devil. His name matches his personality perfectly. He is always on the move, wanting to learn more about survival tactics of hunting and fighting to be the best that he could potentially be - The Chosen One. He fits his pride's name - not known for his kindness. He is rarely seen friendly, always wanting the best for himself. Like his father, Banquo, he is stern and is strong and ambitious, just avoiding the idea of settling down until he's proven himself. Nothing is enough until he is the best of the best which is what he is living for. He is not a coward though. In battles, he would not be the one to strike first. First watch the opponent's moves to learn their experience and then attack, where he'd only flee to save his pride. Like his mother, Ibis, Kuro believes that survival goes to the fittest, which is why he rarely spends time with others, but busy training himself.
Prompt Reply: He looked around. Ibis was gone on her daily hunt. Why could she allow him to join her? After all, he should be out there - with her to make sure that she would too be alright. No. He was left with his other three brothers. None were as aggressive as he. Mother said to remain quiet and to guard the den, and I guess that's what I'd have to do. So he sat, waiting for his mother's return. Unlike the pride tradition that his mother told him about eating rituals, he would always defend his mother, making sure that she would be the first to take the bite of prey. It was her who was watching over the others, after all. His ears flicked forth. There was a rabbit nearby. Shaking his head, Kuro tried to fight off the temptation of attempting a hunt. Further the rabbit leapt, but he could not spare it. Springing out of the bushes he went, leaving the den. He encountered a lion - no... a lioness - Ibis. Thankfully it was her. "Kuro! What are you doing?! Get back to guarding the den!" she snarled. And so he left, back to duty, trying to forget about seeing the world outside the bushes.

I am writing for: [White] Tiger!
Cub Name: Tyga
Personality Blurb: Tyga is not one that you would want to be near. He's rude and inconsiderate. He believes that males are the ones superior and would not hesitate to bring any female's esteem down - especially his mother. He blames her for not seeing their father, which is his only desire.
Prompt Reply: Oh those filthy b*******. How dare they come over to look at him. Teeth baring he knew the dangers that this guard could do. He could possibly demand the death of him and his family. Rolling his eyes, he looked at his mother. A failure in life. The one who wanted them to stay hidden,but couldn't hide them herself. A disgrace. "You... stay away from me." he growled in warning. The guard still came closer. "I SAID, STAY AWAY!" he couldn't take it anymore. "You guard lions are so worthless! Always thinking that you can do whatever you want just because you have the power to? Well, you're in MY lands now! So back off before my friends and I kill you." his eyes were filled with craziness and Tyga grew to have the fond taste of blood and murder between his own paws.

I am writing for: [Black] Tiger!
Cub Name: Runako
Personality Blurb: Growing up in hiding and seclusion with only his brothers and mother to keep him company, Runako has learned what it means to fend for one self. The balance between laying low and fighting back. When to be brave and when to run away. He values his family dearly, considering himself close to all of his brothers and mother. He tries his best to do his part in the family, even if it means making a personal sacrifice. Since he's growing up in a family of all boys, mother not included, he's very awkward around girls and doesn't know how to deal with them. Growing up outside of a pride also means he has a lack of knowledge in social behavior. His goals are to survive and protect his family, and he'll use his own means to accomplish them.

Prompt Reply: Prompt #2

"Mom!" Runako shouted as he saw his mother getting shoved aside while trying to protect them. The young black lion rushed to his mother's side, making sure she was okay. But the taunts and sneers of the king's guard didn't go unnoticed. His ears folded back and he leveled a glare on who he considered an intruder. King's guard or not, he had no right to just barge in and bully them around!

Ducking his head, Runako growled lowly at the guard. "Leave us alone! We… we could take you ya know. There's more of us than there are of you!" He glanced at his brothers, hoping to persuade them of such. If they were to work together, they could get rid of this guy so that he couldn't report back to the King. It might have been an ambitious endeavor, and they were still kinda small, but they could do it! Right? If it meant protecting the family, he was willing to give it a try.

And… even if his brothers were too scared, he would protect them! At least long enough for them to escape. Even if he died trying, it would be worth it. He made his decision, and whether or not the others joined, Runako made a leap for their antagonist. Claws bared and teeth flashing, he attacked the guard, come what may.