History

Running that’s all little Kilima ever remembered doing as a small cub after being flung from his families den in the woodcarver pride. It was a harsh memory that lead to a even harsher lifestyle for a small child with no wilderness or defense skills. Poor defenseless Kilima still going by his dead name of Caderyn hadstill managed to survive. He followed the bees that buzzed through the air as the habitats and ecosystems steadily changed around him from snowy mounds to a rather humid jungle that transformed itself into a lovely Savannah. But most importantly Kilima relied on the birds to give him direction and to lead him towards food. And the birds relied on him as well they protected each other. As kilima grew he outgrew his need to follow birds and started following his own path by utilizing the stars.

Which led him to a wonderful territory filled with plenty of bounties and an oasis filled with “demonic” lions. Kilima swore he was alone any hunting or patrol scent was days old or washed away by afternoons rain. Till one day a charcoal fuzzy lion much like him had spotted him hunting down the migrating herd and doing a very bad job of it as well. Kilima was tackled down by the male before getting dragged through the land to where many dens surrounded a clearing. Lions and Lionesses alike were staring at the two. The only lions they had ever seen like this was Pango and his daughter and occasionally Nox when she decided to ever visit. But they accepted him and let him stay as long as he stayed far away from hunting grounds, even Pango had adopted him into his bountiful family.