momma gave her a twine with a pretty pink desert rose, which she wrapped around diantha's neck after she finished her breakfast at the milkbar. then it's off for playtime with her sisters. however, diantha misses her daddy so, wearing the little accessory genya made, she toddles over to the adult dens, sniffing at the ground. it sometimes smells sour, making diantha's nose scrunch and a yuck! to escape. still, daddy ought to be here, unless he's not in the pride? she decides to keep searching, even going as far as digging holes, wondering if he's underneath.

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Angan on his side explored more of the Oasis, bored and hoping to find something that could catch his eye. He wasn't hard to entertain, anything really was enough to cherish the boy who now had himself in this life. But he tried to be optimistic, even if sometimes it was hard to do. Pink paws brought him to the denning site, he had yet to pick one but he was a bit too shy being new and not knowing everyone but Genya. Walking, he spotted a younger cub, lurking around burrows. He approached with a big smile. "Hello! What chu doin'? May I join ya?" He asked looking at @Diantha.

Angan

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it feels like forever that another life appears. diantha's bored of seeing her shadows ‚ and catching them whilst looking for daddy – until she spots a pink furball coming towards her. he's not one of them, she knows, so she raises her chin and puffs herself up to make her extra extra big. hi! you pink, why? pink is weird she inquires, more out of ignorant curiosity than being mean. diantha learns that sometimes, other children responds better if she's less herself and more like others, especially adults. still, her brain is still cubby-like, so it's hard for her to make other see past her baby-self. tell me n' you can join.

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"My mom was pink." He said but really unsure about how he was pink, he had yet to know a lot more of life's matters. And he never really made a deep analysis of why he was like he was, why he was pink of all the possible colors a lion should have. But again his thoughts remained anywhere but in such trivial questions. "Why your pelt is like that?" He asked back to keep with the "game". Well all was a game for the pink boy. @Diantha wasn't natural either. So he wanted to know as well and he saw no harm in asking right? She asked him so he asked back.

Angan

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diantha doesn't know that lions can be pink. she assumes they are every color that she's seen from the moment she's born. from her monochrome colors, to victoria's earthen tones, to the garish green of jiera, and the colors that reminds her of puke with aarani. of course, she doesn't like aarani so she naturally compares her pale coat to that of when she's sick and has to throw up her mother's milk. out of curiosity — and to make sure @Angan's telling the truth — she goes up to him and rubs his cheek with a paw. you really pink! diantha says cheerfully. there's awe in her eyes as she giggles, before she circles him, looking at his very pink body. when he asks her the same question, she stops and purses her lips. momma and daddy gave them to me! she says, with pride. she has her momma's gray and her daddy's piebald markings — and both their stripes. her eyes are daddy's and the way she smiles is like momma. i ask them to make you like me? it's an offer, only because diantha knows it'll make angan prettier. if she tells him that, that she thinks he's not really pretty, then she'll get in trouble

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