Awiti

Awiti

Gender: Female

Age: Cub: 1 year

Pride:

Rank: Former Prideless Cub now Desertlander

Appearance: Awiti is quite small for her age and always has been. She is thin, with a perpetually hungry belly due to her being on her own. Her scraggly tawny colored fur is matted from lack of care and her sharp amber eyes are quickly tired from many nights spent awake in fear. She also had three short scars that run across her shoulders and her right hind leg twists out sharply causing her to walk with a limp.


Personality: Awiti is a shy quite cub who is wary of others and easily frightened. She feels unloved and unwanted, male lions and water buffalo frighten her without much or any provocation. This however, does not mean that she is entirely without hope. Her hopes and dreams are small and sometimes hard for her to find as her faith dwindles. They consist primarily of finding her brother and living happily in a place where there is much to eat.

Family:

Mother: Enu

Aunts: Nididi, Folami, Bapoto, Imani, Nia and Rudo.

Father: Duna

Brother: Farai

History: Awiti was the final cub born to her mother's first litter. Shortly after her eyes and ears first opened she and her litter mates were trampled by a territorial water buffalo eager to secure his own harem of females before breading season. This attack resulted in the deaths of four of her five siblings leaving she and one of her older brothers, Farai alone Awiti's leg severely mangled.

After they grew old enough their mother Enu introduced them into the pride where they grew happily with their aunts Nididi, Folami, Bapoto, Imani, Nia and Rudo, their father Duna and their many, many half siblings/cousins. She grew up stalking after and chasing butterflies and beetles through the long grass. She did this awkwardly however due to her leg.

She was raised with the belief that the sun is the leader of The Pride of Souls, the moon is his chief wife, and that all animals are siblings. When an animal is killed for food a moment must be taken to pray for their spirit to be transformed into a new star before they can eat. When a member of the pride dies a month of ritualistic mourning ensues. Save for a still born cub, which are the only ones to be buried that they may gain life in grass at least. Mourning for these lost souls is carried out only by their mother where she separates herself from the pride and mourns every night to the stars until her own journey to them.

While still young a troupe of roving bachelors over threw and killed her father. The most dominate of them was named Gazini and he claimed the females for himself. As in most take overs the cubs of the previous leader were violently cast out. This was viciously done ending in many young lives lost and the scars across Awiti's shoulders. Awiti and her dark furred brother Farai tried their best to stay together, she handicapped by her leg he by his freshly blinded eye. One morning however, she awoke cold and alone. She prays that she will find him again and that he is well but can't help feeling that all hope is lost as she struggles to find a way to survive.


OOC Alias: Sabina
Best Way to Contact: Um PM
Rp Sample:

The sun was high and bright as it rested loftily in the center of the sky. The ground was warm with its glowing touch and the sparse grass which drank in its light filled the air was a fresh, sweet smell. Awiti had only a moment to appreciate this as she awoke beneath a large bowed umbrella thorn tree. She’d only a few hours’ sleep due to the finch’s annoying song and was in a very unpleasant mood. Her feet ached because she had walked for what seemed like miles the day before, and her belly was empty rumbling angrily at her for the weak dinner of beetles she’d eaten in the night. Her spirit’s lifted however, at the sight of a bright blue butterfly landing on a rock a few paces away. ‘Breakfast!’ she thought triumphantly as she hunkered down her shoulders shifting restlessly. She inched her way closer and closer until, tense with baited breath she could take it no longer!

“Raw!” she bellowed pouncing at it. Slapping her paws down on the rock she felt thrillingly successful as it fluttered in vain. The butterfly’s wings crunched noisily against her teeth, it had a very sharp and displeasing taste but after such a victory the small cub was not about to let it go to waste as she purred contently!

Your application has been denied for three reasons;

Currently there is a ban on all rogue and lone lions, we ask that Awiti join a pride.

You have not included the bottom part of the Application therefore we can not accept your character.

Your cub needs a set age, not the age range stated.

Sorry, I'll fix that!

Approved!