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(( this is of course the birth rp for Mosi and Juhudi's cubs. Family members are welcome to drop by/join in. But we'd really rather not have random people dropping in. ))


It was astounding how much his life had changed. The once lone orphan cub, the one had once felt so lost and confused, this one had found his place. He had found where he belonged, he had found love, he had found a family.

The young red-headed lion yawned, laying peacefully on the earthen floor of their den within the hollow tree, watching over his mate who had grown heavy with their cubs. There was an anxiousness in him despite his seemingly relaxed posture, perhaps caused by the built-up energy of his cub-at-heart nature.

Despite his high energy, the young lion hadn't dared to leave the dark lioness' side for longer than required to gather food and water or fresh leaves for the bed he had made her. Perhaps it was an instinct that kept him so close to her side, an instinct that told him something would happen soon.

He had been just on the edge of drifting into what would have certainly been a light sleep. But suddenly he was alert, one dark ear flicking toward his mate, pale eyes focused on her restless form. The sound met his ears and he was instantly on his paws, concern on his features.

Gently he nudged her shoulder with his muzzle, a tentative lick to her cheek. Was something hurting her? Was it the cubs?

"Are you...okay?"

Juhudi blinked, for a moment uncertain of what she meant.

"Time?" Then it dawned on him, "oooh... It's time?!"

His voice noticeablly rose in pitch. Time, it was time, the cubs were coming now. He circled nervously as if chasing his own tail, a bit of an excited yelp escaping him. He didn't know whether to panic or jump for joy, what was he to do?

Pale eyes fell on his mate's dark form, and in that moment he knew that the best thing for him to do was relax. He could see she was already nervous, he would only make it worse by panicing himself. Taking a deap breath, he calmed himself as best he could before lowering his head again to nuzzle against her neck as if to tell her it was okay.

"Is there anything I can do?"

His tail twitched, dark ears flicking, his pale eyes soft as he looked down at her, gently licking her cheek.

"Alright, but tell me if you want anything okay?"

His words spoken, the young lion settled down at his mate's side, watching her intently, a silent encouragement in his eyes. His tail thumped against the earthen floor, betraying his anxiousness and his excitement as thoughts played out in his mind.

Cubs, they were really having a cubs, a family and a home. He wondered what they would be like, how they would look, how many there would be, and if there would be boys or girls or both. As he thought of how many he, like Mosi had before, silently hoped they had a small litter, but no matter how many there were he would love them all the same, just as he loved their mother.

Time passed slowly, the minutes dragging into eternity. Juhudi stayed at Mosi's side, one paw laid gently by hers, dark ears twitching, lowering against his head then rising again with the waves of worry and concern that crashed through his mind like an ocean tide. Every few moments he would reach out, daring to just nuzzle or lick her, a comforting touch all he could offer.

For a moment he wondered if something was wrong, was it supposed to be this hard? But it seemed all was fine, and as the sound of a tiny mew met his ears, a broad grin crossed the lion's maw, pale eyes watching as the small form wriggled, searching for the warmth and comfort of his mother.

A low purr rumbled in his throat, his muzzle brushed against her cheek. They had a beautiful son, his pelt black as the night sky like his mother's, his face bright as the moon above. The young lion couldn't have been more happy or proud.

Juhudi watched silently, again comforting his mate whenever and however he could, a soft touch or a gentle purr, his ears lowered against the yelp. And though he tried to help Mosi in any way possible, he couldn't help but be distracted by the new life at her side.

Perhaps with the birth of one cub, time had ressumed it's normal course, and before he knew, the sound of a faint mew again met his ears, the small form of their second child metting his gaze. A beautiful little girl who looked very much like him, but with black instead of white and markings on her shoulder and back that resemebled her mother's.

If it were possible, the young father's smile broaded, his head now resting against Mosi's shoulder, purring softly at her as he watched the two small forms wriggling at their mother's side, remarking at how small they were, and how perfect.

He smiled at her, one paw raised to ever so lightly poke at one of the cubs. They were so small, so furry, so interesting.

Even as an adult and now a father, Juhudi was very much a cub at heart. His tail tumped with excitement, ears flicking, he so wanted to play with them, to show them to world and the many games they could play. But he knew they were too young to leave their mother's side, needing her warmth and milk. So for now he simply contented himself with a light touch from a soft paw.

"Hmmm?"

Her question had caught him off guard and he was uncertain of how to answer. How could he express what he felt?

"Well...how does it feel to be a mom?"

Looking over his small family, Juhudi was filled with pride and happiness, but it was more than that. Something just felt right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be, him, Mosi, and their family.

(( time skip. xD ))

Time had past, soft mewing had filled the den, small eyes had opened, and tiny forms had awakened to the new world. The small bundle of black and white fur had grown restless, and full of energy like his father, the young one longed to explored the world around him.

Hoping to his paws like a spring suddenly released, an excited mew echoing through the den, Shin'Jougen pranced through the large hallow his family called home. Eyes opened in wonder, it was so big, the boughs above him spreading higher and broader than he could have ever imagined.

Very much his father's son, the adventurous cub was captivated by the height of the boughs above, if only he could climb up there. Imagine what his sister would think if he was the first to get up there, he could taunt her for weeks over it.

With a smile on his maw, the small cub searched the den, orange eyes settling on the lowest ledge he could find. Maybe if he could get there first, he could climb higher. Rearing up on his hind legs, tiny talons scraping at the wall, if only he could reach high enough.