You can play one of her half brothers. )A black lioness lay on the bank of a fast-flowing stream, drooping her front left paw into the water, white claws unsheathed. Her blueish-purple eyes looked down at the water, staring at her reflection. Her long emo hair hung over the side of her face, the tips falling into the crystal colored water. Her tufted tail flicked up and down occasionally, which was the only movement she ever made. Her attire included a broken heart necklace and a red spike tail band. Being mellanistic was not the only thing that set her aside from the rest of the Nyekundu Pride; she had never felt happiness. Never really smiled. Only laughed when sarcastic remarks were made. The rest of her Pride was the opposite of that. Her parents named her Kipekee, for she was different.
On both her mother's side and her father's side, she had half siblings. Seven on each side. She was the fifteenth cub in her family, but the most treasured. Even though she had a bad attitude, especially toward her mother, Kipekee was adored and was the heir to the pride. Not that she cared. Kipekee had been out at night lately instead of sleeping outside like she always did. She came home with cuts, bruises and scars. Nothing that her fur wouldn't grow over, but every morning she would come home with something new. Right now she had plenty of little nicks, but the ones that stood out the most were a scratch that started on her shoulder and ended on her flank and a big shocker to everyone in the pride; bite marks on her neck. It was a bite from sharp teeth— no, fangs. What spooked her pride the most was that Kipekee never leaked the name of her attackers; which probably meant scheduled brawls.
The only one who ever really understood her was one of her half brothers on her father's side. Kipekee trusted him, but even he couldn't make her smile shine. He hadn't seen her newest battle wounds, since he had left to go to the jungle for eight days. The last time he saw her she had claw marks on her stomach, which were healed up by now. Kipekee tolerated him the most, and she even talked to him a lot. Even though he wasn't always there, Kipekee loved him like a littermate. She mentally prepared herself to answer a lot of questions when he came home today, but she actually decided that she didn't mind, since she would ask him questions about what the jungle was like. Little did she know was that he was only about ten yards away from her and approaching quickly.
