[PRP] To See Or Not To See (Mazuri and Mokosh)

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Mazuri had never believed in anything supernatural or godly. She had never thought of religion or really, of anything unusual. Her main priority over her seasons always remained the same. She was there to help protect her litter mates and pride sisters. She wanted to be a good friend and see the pride to greatness, however she could.

Yet, sometime after her father, Andhaka, was kicked out of the pride, she felt changes overcoming her that she wasn't prepared for. She missed him, her father. She hated the way her sisters fawned over the new males and forgot her father the day he left. Then one after another, more and more males came to the pride and she started going hunting more.

Safura, one of the lionesses, had cubs to Kuhasa and then when Kuhasa was kicked out, she had the sense to go charging after him and pushing her male cubs with him. Mazuri had admired the lioness for securing her cubs a safe future and not just casting Kuhasa out of her life when he was kicked out of the pride. She had told the lioness as much, though she wasn't sure if anyone else had overheard or judged her for it.

While she was still making social connections in the pride and helping Safura with her cubs (as well as Nehanda's cubs, despite the fact that the girls were adolescents now) she didn't feel the same. She had always had a strong intuition, but since Nehanda's death, a shocking blow, she had always felt as though there was something else, edging at the back of her mind. A future of possibilities, but she could guess more easily at which ones were to come to pass. It was... confusing at first, but what she hated the most was that there was always the sense that something was going to go horribly wrong when she got these feelings, before it, inevitably did.

Was she going crazy since her friends' death? She didn't know who she could talk to, for surely no one else in the pride would understand. It made her feel nervous and she tried to be normal, but... what happened if someone realized she was acting unusual? Would they approach her? And if so, what on earth would she say?

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[Anderleit]

Mokosh was wandering, something she tended to do when she found herself in a slump. She felt like she'd been fitting in fairly well with the pride so far; getting to know the other lionesses at the very least. Granted, she hadn't introduced herself to any of the new (well, not precisely new anymore) males just yet, and that kind of nattered at her, even if she couldn't put her paw precisely on why. Was it because she was expected to meet with one of them? Gods all forbid, was it because she wanted to? Those feelings were still a jumble of confusion for the lioness. It might have been a touch cowardly of her, but for the moment, she had decided quite firmly not to think about them.

Besides, her pride-sisters were the larger problem. Mo may have been forging her place among them, but exactly what that place would end up being was a different matter entirely. She certainly didn't have the large aspirations of some, or the stature of others. She couldn't boast that she'd provided the pride with generations of hunters, as some of the umama could - but that came entirely too close to thinking of her other problem. Mo pushed that firmly from her mind with a shake of her head. It would be so much easier if she could just see what her legacy would be! But of course, no one could do that.

The dusty lioness chuckled at the ridiculousness of it. Apparently, her paws weren't the only parts of her content to wander in a mood like this. Unlike her thoughts, though, her paws did not seem to be aimless: in pondering the dilemma of her pride-sisters, Mo was quite pleased to spy the darker form of the one that mattered the most.

Her expression perked at once. "Mazuri!" Mo called, the soft rumbles of purring welling up as she trotted over. Yet as the gap between them closed, an inking of doubt crept into the lioness' joy. Was it just her, or did her dear friend seem troubled...?

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