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Hyena Name: Bojan
Chosen Clan and Rank: Kaskazi, Bouncer
Brief Personality: Noble, Honest, Easy Going but very responsible, Communicative and Empathetic.
Anything important about his past?: Being born from rogue parents, Bojan had always wanted to belong. As someone who had to fend to himself he’s turned into someone that wants to be there for someone else so that they wouldn’t have to know that kind life he’s had. When he grew fully into an adult and wandered around far and wide he came across this pride to join in the festivities yet the storm hit and….
Tell us the story of what he did that was heroic: (Please remember to include his motives, what happened, and how he felt about it. If he was a rogue originally, why did he choose to stay?)
It was pouring. The rain was so thick and heavy it made him feel equally heavy with his drenched fur. Yet Bojan couldn’t stop what he was doing. He had to keep moving or else…or else something worse than this was going to come to pass and he couldn’t let that happen. Bojan dug into the thick mud with all of his strength panting harshly to get to the muffled voices that were buried in deep underneath. Hang in there. Please hang in there. I am coming. Please hang in there. I’m going to save you I swear it on my life. Bojan thought giving out a frustrated growl and pushing himself harder.

Before this moment all Bojan’s intention was to join the fun that had been going on and possibly join since this pride was very accepting to all species and that made him feel welcomed. No one had treated him as if he was different but rather treated him like a member already. That was a rare and warm feeling of acceptance. Yet the storm hit causing great chaos in mudslides...Like the one he was digging through where his green fur was getting packed on with a thick layer of mud, rain soaking that fur to make the mud feel heavier like stone.

Panting harder, Bojan pushed even more through the tensing muscles that were shaking and making his body want to drop from muscle failure and exhaustion. But the male couldn't do that. No until...Yes yes he's gotten a breakthrough, literally. Taking this small sign of hope he dug as fast as he could even taking mouthfuls of mud to spit out and help those that were trapped in the mud. There was a paw there reaching out for help and careful he bit onto the mud coated fur to pull out the lion that was about to be buried alive....Hope increasing in his heart that someone, anyone else who was buried with this lion might just be saved from this grueling moment.

Hyena Name: Mbio Upepo (Running wind, Swahili)

Chosen Clan and Rank: Demani | Medic, if possible. If not then Entertainer.

Brief Personality: Gentle, radiates calm, loyal, altruistic, can be quite a goof.

Anything important about his past?: As a young adolescent, he was caught in an abandoned human trap (he has never actually encountered any humans). It was essentially a cage made of thick sticks tied together with vines. He spent what felt like hours - but was probably only fifteen minutes - in frenzied terror. When he finally calmed down, he was able to escape fairly easily by chewing through the weakest and most deteriorated parts of vine. This experience has greatly relaxed the once foolishly "brave" hyena.

Tell us the story of what he did that was heroic:
Pepo had been traveling for... well, as long as he could remember, really. But this particular time had lasted about a week. Tired of being by himself, where there was no one and nothing to distract him from his haunting memories, he had set off, making his way toward the joyous voices and sounds of revelry that floated through the air from the foot of a mountain. His most recent temporary home had been among a small copse of trees about an hour's walk from the mountain, and he had been listening to the happy noises for long enough to know that's where he wanted to be. It felt odd for him, really, having an actual destination.

With how hot the days were, Pepo had decided to sleep through most of it and start walking at dusk. By some odd coincidence, a large light appeared; it seemed to be a bonfire, illuminating his destination. He smiled and chuckled to himself. Would you look at that? It must be a sign. If I had any doubts before, they're definitely dispelled.

He padded on confidently, but when he was still a few tree-lengths from the gathering, a storm hit - and it hit hard. Within heartbeats his fur was soaked through and the wind was howling deafeningly. He laid back his ears and started to run toward the cover of the nearby trees. Once underneath, he slowed to a stop and shook out his pale green coat.
A loud crack nearby instantly caught his attention, his ears perking forward and his head whipping in the direction the noise had come from. Pepo was not afraid of storms, but that.. that didn't sound like thunder. It sounded like... yes, there! An old tree, either struck by lightning or too weak to fight against the gale, was slowly reaching out for the grass.

The tree was quite close, but the way it was falling made it no threat to Pepo. He was about to turn away when a glimpse of white in the corner of his eye stopped him; turning his head, he noticed a small cub - a lion, perhaps? - crouched in terror. Staring at the tree. Directly in line of where it would fall.
Memories engulfed him. Surrounded on all sides by branches, bound together with vines. He was caged, and the walls were getting closer. He felt his heart would burst from the terror. He couldn't get out.. he couldn't get out.
Blinking, Pepo found himself back in the present. Only a heartbeat had passed. He still had time.

The hyena burst into action, flinging himself towards the lion, so quickly his paws barely touched the ground. I cannot - I will not - let this young creature know my horror. In moments he was by the cub's side; barely stopping, he grasped the white scruff in his teeth and launched himself forward.
The tree crashed to the ground only a hare-length from Pepo, shaking the ground so violently that he lost his footing. As he fell, he twisted and wrapped his front legs around the small cub, protecting it from the twigs that flew from the tree. The moss-colored hyena lay still for several heartbeats until sticks stopped stinging his face. Slowly, he released the young cub and stood, then sniffed the frightened bundle of fur.

Pepo could feel small trickles of blood running through his pelt where flying debris had struck him, but he knew the cuts were minor and couldn't be bothered. He needed to make sure the young cub was alright.
"Hey, little one. Can you tell me if anything hurts?"
It took Pepo a moment to realize that the poor creature had fainted, but there were no visible injuries, probably just a few bruises, and it was breathing normally, if a bit quickly.
Smiling to himself at how sweet the young creature was, he picked it up and gently carried it - a slight limp in his walk - toward the pride he hoped he would be calling home, assuming that it must belong to someone who lived there.

[[ Should I win, if someone wants to have the cub in this description be theirs, I'm okay with that provided the two stay close. I can change the species and color to match, of course. If no one's interested, I already have a back story and such for a custom. ]]

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