Lucetta blinked rapidly as the sunlight hit her face. The young purple lioness had decided to silently leave her den when her parents had started talking in soft whispers at the very end of it. She didn't really understand why but things were a little strange between them lately and because her parents always tried to shelter the cubs from the world around them, Luce couldn't tell what - if anything unusual - was going on. And it was precisely this feeling, not knowing, that made her a little anxious. She could tell that this was a new problem and not any of the old ones she had already grown used to (like her brother Vor going around telling everyone of his visions of the future) and so far her innocent attempts at spying on her parents had proved rather fruitless. Hopefully, it wouldn't be anything too bad...
Her eyes searched the surrounding area for anything that could pull her attention from these worriesome thoughts. And indeed she found it though perhaps not in the form she'd expected or hoped. Two young lions - only a little older than herself - were badgering a tiny hybrid cub, circling and making snide comments. Luce assumed that they were offended by the fact that the hybrid more purple on their coat than they did. Luce knew the little lion-cheetah wasn't a Noble but a slave but that was no reason for bullying the poor cub like that! She was about to intervene when suddenly someone called the adolescents and the little slave took the opportunity to slink away discreetly. Without anyone to vent her frustration on, Luce just stood there, one paw still dangling in the air and a heavy frown shadowing her eyes.