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Yesterday had been a day of celebration, the day the kits were kits no more, but adults. Food and beverage, song and dance, boisterous tales and secluded companionship, all that and so much more had been part of it all. It would be a day to cheerfully remember for most. But with adulthood came responsibilities, the kits of yesterday had not been without responsibilities as they grew up, as everyone had to one day begin doing their part for the tribe as a whole.
Today would be their first chance to prove themselves capable, to show off their prowess for everyone else to behold, and do their first duty to the tribe. Still early in the morning, the young adults were roused awake by their shared mentors, Rajak, Khaja and Theris. In particular Rajak. "Up with you, the dawns first light is upon us, and most, if not all, of you are still lazing in your tents!", always a charmer, Rajak was an old, gruff man of a lion, he had always been fond of pushing the kits to their limits and then some during the spars and training sessions.
In the tribe, every generation had their own living area, and the current one had helped make their own homes the past few weeks, hunting hides and gathering wood and bone to make the tents they would shelter in during the nights, circling around an open area where they shared their meals. A little village inside the village, one could say. The moment anyone were to stick their noses outside their tents, they could catch the scent of breakfast being made, as Khaja and Theris were busy readying soup, bread and drink. The two lionesses had always had a more motherly side to the kits, much to Rajak's dismay, but despite him calling his mates "being too soft on the youngbloods", he had rarely gotten between the two of them and their kindness toward the kits. The few times he had, he had been the one getting a stern talking to. "Breakfast almost ready, young ones."
Rajak, Khaja and Theris had always been there for the kits, as they had been the ones given the task of taking care of and training the young ones. While the Kits had still spent time with their parents, the trio of Lions were as much Parent as they were Mentor after all these years. Or at least Khaja and Theris were in regards to the former. They were all in the later side of their prime, with grayed golden-brown hair, ears and tail, with amber eyes as alert as ever. Rajak was a bit large for a Lion, but not uncommonly so, standing at 6'/180cm, with his mates a bit shorter than him, 5'4/160. They had lean bodies with noticably toned muscles, showing the result of a long life of physical activities and prowess.
(The feast of yesterday did include alcoholic beverages, so hangovers are very much plausible. And kits of the same generation can still wary in age. People can join in later, as there are bound to be some youngbloods so hangover'd they're pretty much out of comission for some time)
Today would be their first chance to prove themselves capable, to show off their prowess for everyone else to behold, and do their first duty to the tribe. Still early in the morning, the young adults were roused awake by their shared mentors, Rajak, Khaja and Theris. In particular Rajak. "Up with you, the dawns first light is upon us, and most, if not all, of you are still lazing in your tents!", always a charmer, Rajak was an old, gruff man of a lion, he had always been fond of pushing the kits to their limits and then some during the spars and training sessions.
In the tribe, every generation had their own living area, and the current one had helped make their own homes the past few weeks, hunting hides and gathering wood and bone to make the tents they would shelter in during the nights, circling around an open area where they shared their meals. A little village inside the village, one could say. The moment anyone were to stick their noses outside their tents, they could catch the scent of breakfast being made, as Khaja and Theris were busy readying soup, bread and drink. The two lionesses had always had a more motherly side to the kits, much to Rajak's dismay, but despite him calling his mates "being too soft on the youngbloods", he had rarely gotten between the two of them and their kindness toward the kits. The few times he had, he had been the one getting a stern talking to. "Breakfast almost ready, young ones."
Rajak, Khaja and Theris had always been there for the kits, as they had been the ones given the task of taking care of and training the young ones. While the Kits had still spent time with their parents, the trio of Lions were as much Parent as they were Mentor after all these years. Or at least Khaja and Theris were in regards to the former. They were all in the later side of their prime, with grayed golden-brown hair, ears and tail, with amber eyes as alert as ever. Rajak was a bit large for a Lion, but not uncommonly so, standing at 6'/180cm, with his mates a bit shorter than him, 5'4/160. They had lean bodies with noticably toned muscles, showing the result of a long life of physical activities and prowess.
(The feast of yesterday did include alcoholic beverages, so hangovers are very much plausible. And kits of the same generation can still wary in age. People can join in later, as there are bound to be some youngbloods so hangover'd they're pretty much out of comission for some time)
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