((user could either be Kifalme, just another Lionhearted, or a Tigerclawed!))

The twelve year old prince wasn’t even a fraction of happy or any positive emotion at the moment. Mistari and his family, plus their followers, had travelled for a couple moons rises or so—three, he counted. he always had to be precise—to simply meet up with the Lionhearted. And it was only a silly celebration of their youngest daughter’s eleventh birthday. The Lionhearted don’t even host first hunts on one’s eleventh! It’s six months after!

Mstari could continue rambling about, or he could pay attention to the crowing ceremony taking place. He did the later. Besides, his father would knock some sense into him if he acted arrogant and ignored everything.

₊˚ʚ ₊ 𓃮 ˚✧ ﾟ.

After the ceremony, there was a feast and party. Mstari wasn’t one to party, especially not alone in this strange place. It was so…dusty. All the sand was starting to dig into his paws. His tail flicked as he rolled his eyes. Mstari crossed his arms, leaning his back against a thick tree’s trunk.

Then, someone, who seemed oddly familiar—he’d have to silently figure out who—sat next to him, right on the sandy rock that was the ground. In their mitts was a thin tablet of stone. It was filled with food. They began to pick at some food, before offering the plate to Mstari.