Name: Indigo

Age: 2 months

Gender: Male

Rank: Cub

Desired Rank: Warrior

Heir Preference (who do they want to be King/Queen?): Like most cubs, Indigo absolutely adores Izem, though he's a little too young to pick up on the tension surrounding his kinghood.

Appearance: All cubs kind of tend to look the same, really, but never were there two cubs as similar in looks as Indigo and Ibis. The little male is a little ball of intense, almost orange fluff, which lightens to an almost white cream color on the underside of his jaw and underbelly. His eyes, just now having faded from the light blue of a newborn to a soft brown. His dapples are almost as brown as his eyes, evident all over his body but particularly thick on his legs.

Though he is a tiny sprig of a lion now, Indigo will grow to be a very big boy, perhaps as much as 520 pounds. He will shed the dapples and the almost orange will fade to something far closer to tan, but his mane will grow in peach and flashy. He will be a lion built for power and not much else, though those eyes will always be that sweet, soft brown.

Personality: Indigo is... A bit of a troublemaker. Old enough now to have his paws under him most of the time and old enough to desperately want to learn to hunt, he spends half his waking time chasing the tails of his packmates or generally causing a ruckus and the other half devising plans with his sister. His face is perpetually pulled back into what could best be described as the moment before a laugh. He's quite literally like a ray of sunshine walking the Earth, amusing even to the most hard-hearted lions in the pack.

Even for his youth, Indigo is determined. As affable as he is, he's dead set on being a warrior. The only thing standing in his way of training his way up now is the lionesses refusing to do it, not for lack of trying on Indigo's part. Actually, it's really the only thing he takes seriously. As before mentioned, he loves Izem, and respects him in equal measure. When he's feeling particularly brave, he likes to shadow the great lion, and he's quite certain Izem has no idea. In rare moments of solitude, he goes as far as to copy the stance and walk of the King, in hopes that one day he commands the same respect.

Affiliations:

Callie: Indigo's mother. He loves her quite deeply, though he's reached that phase of life where he pretends to be more adult than he is, and subsequently is less vocal about his adoration, especially as he's just started eating his first meat.

Ibis: Indigo's sister. They're as thick as theives, though their personalities contrast, and Indigo would be quite happy spending all his time with her.

Crush: None, Not Open

Mate: None, Not Open

Cubs: None, Not Open

Other: N/A

Name: Ibis

Age: 2 Months

Gender: Female

Rank: Cub

Desired Rank: Huntress

Heir Preference (who do they want to be King/Queen?): The more emotionally in-tuned of her siblings, Ibis is a bit more wary of Izem as a leader, though she quite likes him as a lion. Her perception is skewed somewhat, as she barely remembers Kavik to begin with.

Appearance: Ibis and Indigo are twins in more than just being born in the same litter. Like her brother, the lioness is flashy to look at, nearly orange, though the attentive eye will note that she is ever so slightly lighter, and her dappling ever so slightly more prominent, almost black in coloration. They do have the exact same eyes down to the shade though; a soft, creamy brown, framed with thick lashes. Her tail is also a bit longer, making her a tad more agile.

All that being said, the best way to distinguish between Indigo and Ibis is their presence. Ibis is softer in all manners, her steps more careful and her face more guarded. As an adult, she will be perfectly middling in size, weighing in at around 320 pounds or so. Her pelt will fade to honey, those cream accents on her chin and underbelly lightening dramatically, her form best described as "all-arounder" and feminine in build.

Personality: Empathetic, sweet-hearted, and perhaps a bit shy, Ibis considers herself capable but reserved. Somewhat introverted, most of her free time is spent exploring her newfound territory and learning what she can by watching the other lionesses hunt, when they let her. The only time you'll see her rowdy side is when she's with her brother, who really does bring out the best and worst in her. At his side, she's known to cause mischief or steal food while he plays the distraction. She's always been the sneakier one of the pair, far more adept at stalking and keeping her steps light.

Unlike her brother, she keeps her emotions very far off her face. Even at her young age, her face generally appears neutral, perhaps tinged with faint amusement or curiosity, depending on the situation. While he is the sun, she is the moon, ever guarding, watching his back in silence, often lesser appreciated. They're similar in their determination; he as a warrior, she as a huntress. Often, she begs the huntresses to bring back prey not quite dead so she might deal killing blows, and should she happen upon a rodent or other small creature, nothing can stop her from trying to catch it on her own.

Affiliations:

Callie: Ibis' mother. Like Indigo, she loves her, though has pulled away from her a bit as she has begun to age and eat meat. They've never been horribly close, beyond a mother-daughter relationship, though it is more because of Ibis' tendency toward introversion that anything else.

Indigo: Ibis' brother. They're extremely close, best friends would be too casual a term to describe. They're literally inseperable.

Crush: None, not open

Mate: None, not open

Cubs: None, not open

Other: N/A

Name: Hornet

Age: 1.5

Gender; Male

Rank: Juvienile

Desired Rank: Warrior

Heir Preference (who do they want to be King/Queen?) (King I suppose)

Appearance:

Hornet is a pretty lean and swifty lion, especially for his age. He's rather light for his age, weighing around 290 pounds, but with broad paws, housing not so large claws underneath. He's not the ideal warrior for his body is so small and nimble. Hornet has a yellowish color to him with a long ropey tail, and brown dabbled dots that fade into his pelt from the back down. He's fresh with no scars, and has dazzling copper eyes and a small brown mane he hasn't fully devolped quite yet. His pelt is constantly kept clean and his tail is often seen slightly raised in a playful mood. Finally, Hornet doesn't quite have the sharpest or biggest teeth either, making him seem less of a threat.

Personality: Hornet wasn't exactly named after the ferice aggressive insect because of his personality, but just because of his pelt. In reality, Hornet is an awkward fellow. He's rather flirty, but mostly has no class, and is in no way serious about anything. He'd rather run through the tall grasses than hunt, and clean his pelt in the river than train. He's not lazy, as he always finds ways to be doing something, (even if that means doing chores) but he doesn't like to be told what to do. Hornet doesn't want to be labeled as a sorry lion, but someone who can do what he wants, when he wants, and be respected for it. He is kind though, and willing to help around the camp.

Affiliations- Open

Crush- Open

Mate- Too young

Cubs- Too young

Other

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Name: Basir {Wise One}

Age: 8

Gender: Male

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Rank: Lead Warrior

Desired Rank: Content

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Heir Preference:

Basir is intelligent enough not to interfere, he could not really care less whether one pride member or another was King or Queen. Although as any proud father would, he secretly hopes that his daughter will be chosen as Queen.

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Appearance:

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He is quite a striking male, one who was very handsome is his younger days, and even to an extent now. His body is smothered in scars however, which outline each event in his life like an ancient carving. His stance is strong, wise and proud, just like those before him. His paws and muzzle are rippled with grey and white, and the tips of his mane are black, although a lot less than other males his age.

Basir’s face is that of noble quality and obvious pedigree. There are many different shades of gold etched into the fur on his face, some that are outlined amongst his prominent facial features. His eyes are amber in colouration, his gaze piercing and serious. He had a slow blinking composure, intimidating, and wisened with age. Basir’s nose is outlined in black, but with patches of brown and pink in the centre.

Standing at 1.3m at the shoulder, he is just above the average height for a male lion. He weighs around 230kg and from nose to tail his length is around 3.1m. His legs are quite long, ideal for running long distances when needed. Despite this he is a relatively stocky male, his muscles prominent with every stride. His paws are larger than life, his pawprints in the dust humongous and unforgiving.

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Personality:

~ Wise ~ Loyal ~ Gruff ~ Calm ~ Skillful ~ Unforgiving ~

Basir is what is considered an elder in the Pride. Being the oldest male, he is often questioned about the fact that he didn’t fight for the chance to become Alpha Male when Kavik died. The truth is, he just wasn’t a fan of the thought. He had often wondered to himself why, but after Kaila was killed, he had a span where Basir honestly had no will to live. That period of time still haunts him to this day, but he is not afraid of it, not anymore. His heart is still fragile, however, and he has no real desire for dominance over the Pride. He prefers to aid them with his skill as Lead Warrior, and protect them, so that no more must face a fate like the one Kaila fell to.

He is loyal to the pride, and despite his mixed emotions towards Izem, he is willing to give the young male a chance, knowing that, if things went terribly wrong, himself and the lionesses would move to safety before long.

He is often gruff, annoyed by some of the younger members in the Pride. Not cubs though, he loves the cubs in the Pride. His enthusiasm levels change lots, depending on if he is with other lions or not, and what their overall mood is portraying. He is often unforgiving to loners that come into the Pride’s territory, and he can remember a face like the fur on his paw, so you had better be wary.

Basir is a very skilled Lead Warrior, and he takes immense pride in his role. He is a confident leader, expecting respect from his fellow Pride members. Any disrespect that he receives, he will punish accordingly, but then again, he isn’t deliberately unkind.

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Affiliations: Open

Crush: None

Mate: None {Zira’s mother is deceased}

Cubs: Zira, Open

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Other:

His mate, Kaila, died two years previously in a rogue leopard attack when she and two other huntresses went on an evening hunt by the swamp. Basir was devastated, his heart ripped in two, a large part of his life, and pride, taken from his grasp.