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If I didn't participate in the ORP, may I still post in this one?
Of course! You may assume your character was simply absent and with the rest of the pride. All of-age Boneland's members are allowed to join.

What if my lion disagrees with the terms?
That is also absolutely fine. This is an RP about discussion. Just keep in mind that things probably aren't going to magically change just because your character doesn't agree, however.

How long, ICly will it take for a decision to be reached?
This IC discussion will last from afternoon when it is started until nightfall. Personal discussions may continue after this.

Rules

• This should go without saying, but don't mix IC and OOC! There may be IC tension in this RP, so don't take it personally.
  
• Only adolescents and adults may be present at this discussion. Do not post with cubs/juveniles.
  
• Posting in this thread may offer other perks later, as well (items, other SoA characters, etc.).
  
• As this is an ORP, there is no posting order, and you may post as many times as you would like.

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"What do you mean an invading force?" It was hard for Ulaka to hear her fellow females beneath the whir of chatter. The sandy lioness had missed the entire ordeal as she'd stayed back to hunt with her partner. Other lioness' had quickly caught her up, and the ex-rogue was clearly perterbed.

"It's okay, an agreement was reached!" Nahmba added in happily. The lioness was perched atop a tall rock, her hair ruffled by the moving winds.

"No, it's not okay." Ulaka pulled in a large, deep breath, and moved her way through another of the group of lionesses. "I don't want to live with a bunch of rude, redpelts!

"Where is Gakere?" she growled out. "I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! Are the rest of you okay with this?"

Nahmba had a hard time not releasing a loud sigh. Everyone knew the moment that she saw Gakere, all of Ulaka's loud exclamations would fizzle. All talk, and no act, that one.

Ainra had joined to listen out of curiosity and in an attempt to quell any lasting nerves from the encounter out by the water. The lionesses around her were mostly familiar now, although she still had to learn a lot of their names and their quirks. This meant that big gatherings like these would help her fit in a lot easier than it might have been, otherwise.

"Attack us?" She peeped worriedly. "But why would they do that? They made a deal which got them what they came for." A naive response, perhaps, but surely the red lions weren't all as corrupt as that.

She seemed to realise how her words might portray her a moment later and folded back her ears, drawing in on herself shyly. And quietly (mostly to herself) she said: "I mean...if they had no intention of keeping the deal they would have done something about it then and there, right? Not wait until the whole pride was aware of them..."

After leaving Ora, Monifa had followed after Gakere to the meeting place. She recognized a few faces but she still didn't know all of them, although they were all there for the same reason. They were all going to discuss the Firekin and the arrangement. She did agree with Buna however, just because they made the agreement how did they know the Firekin wouldn't just attack. She was feeling a bit skeptical now that she was here with all the others, she had felt as if she could trust the lions who had a similar coat color as her.

Keeping her trap shut for now she sat her rump down and listened. Best to get everyone else's opinions first before speaking. She wanted to hear what Gakere would have to say about this too.

Xefo perched on Xatu's shoulders, winds ruffling his feathers. He shook his head as the orange lioness spoke. Defeated them? What a silly thing to say. She had been there and seen the size and ferocity of the intruders. She might not have realised how many they were... The lioness was right in some of the things she said, but the vulture couldn't stay silent when she implied they could win a small battle against the intruders.

"You couldn't have defeated them in a head on fight," he croaked, "Not then and there... You might have a chance against them in a guerilla style fight, but not then and there... I think you should be thankful Gakere managed to talk them out of it."

The young male ducked his head down and folded his ears back as the vulture on his back spoke his mind. Xatu had planned to stay out of the way and let the females speak, but it wasn't going according to plan. He glanced at his mother, perched atop that high rock. She seemed confident that the deal had been a good one. Xatu didn't know what to think, but if Xefo said they would have lost a fight against the red pelted ones it was probably the truth. He had learned to trust his companion's judgment.

"Xefo," he hissed, without much hope that the stubborn vulture would shut his beak.

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Buna glared at the bird and settled near Baie'mooi. They were family after all, and she wasn't going to team up with a freaking bird to argue against family. Her aunt might be younger than her, but she could be fairly reasonable most of the time. She pointedly turned her back to the Enda and his loud bird and focused on Baie'mooi.

"What," she asked, with a bit more edge to her voice than usual, "What's worrying you?"

Dina hadn't paid much attention to the Enda during his return, and certainly not to his vulture friend. She got frustrated enough with her own feathery loud-mouth and the last thing she wanted to do was be around another one. Nonetheless, it was here, and it was speaking. Hopefully his presence alone would not attract Bora's attention, for what the lioness last knew her buzzard had opted to stay in the trees near the water the Firekin were currently occupying. That was good, it meant an early warning system if they happened to try any funny business. "I agree, it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep surveillance on them. If nothing else, Bora has already offered to do so while we're not scouting the area together." It was something at least. Those Firekin didn't seem very trustworthy, and her fellow lionesses seemed to share the same thoughts.

All of this talk about enemies and fighting brought a chill to the young female's hide. She already didn't like hunting, she didn't want to be subjected to fighting either! Well... maybe. Her eyes strayed in the direction of where she knew the Firekin to be, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of adventure at their arrival. They sounded strange, and different, just the sort of spice Chazama was craving. She practically missed her mother's comment about the annoying bird-brain she had had to stomach since cubhood, but her mind was in a different place. "You said they offered to train us to fight if we wished..." she half-mumbled to her mother, unsure if the lioness was paying attention, and seriously hoping she wasn't. "I'd like that." It was appealing to the young adolescent, to think she could fight with giants and be trained to be awesome. She was only sub-par when it had come to hunting practice, and Chazama wasn't exactly enthusiastic about continuing to fail constantly.

It was unfortunate that Simosihle had to hear about the invasion--like a wildfire over the savannah--of enormous lions that had appeared on the horizon with their brilliant red and sooty black pelts second hand. Making demands and throwing their weight around like they already owned the place. As an Umama it was Simo's job to be present at such important events to help provide guidance to the lionesses who looked to her and provide a strong decisive manner. Being an Umama was still a position the ashen female westled with, she was too young to be a leader in any definition of the word! Yet she was trying. Trying to do her mother, grandmother and the rest of her matriarchal line proud.

Were they proud? Simo didn't dare ask and reveal her insecurity.

Approaching the group of lionesses with her chin held just high enough to feign the confidence she was still struggling to find in herself the Umama gazed at those present. There were a few she recognized as her own girls and others who followed Beru and then several more who were unfamiliar. New comers to the pride? Taking a place on one of the jutting rock faces near her mother Simo nodded fondly to the golden female before greeting those in attendance a bit abashedly. I'm sorry I wasn't present for the initial meeting with the outsiders.. I'd really appreciate it, if someone could catch me up to speed.


As Njalo approached at a brisk jog, happily dropping into the shadows thrown by the rock formation where many of the lionesses were already settled, her tongue lolled from her mouth casually. Expression as carefree and optimistic as ever. Like some of the other lionesses, she had also been away from the pride on a solo hunt. Continuing to prove herself an asset to the pride by producing enough fresh meat to feed her cubs and everyone else she counted herself responsible for--despite consistently being sidetracked by various unplanned adventures.

Though she wasn't entirely sure why they were gathered, the tension that Ulaka continued to attempt stirring made her shoulders flinch. Nja didn't like to see her sisters upset about anything so the fact that this insistent grey female was always searching for something to raise fur about didn't always sit well with the typically cheerful creature. For now, she lay quiet, listening to the others speak and finding her attention drifted to her cubs. Hopefully they were behaving themselves, it still amazed her how fast they grew!