Paranoia

Paranoia was heavily pregnant again with Martimoors cubs. Her previous ones about two years of age now. She Liked Martimoor and well she hung out with him most of her time. Hell if they had seperate prides she would of left her brothers and came to his. She yawned as she laid outside of the place they slept in.

Layra rubbed up against her mother and laid down next to her and rolled on her side and bite playfully at her mouth.

Martimoor

Leopeson had taken over guarding duty to give his brother a break - not that laying around at the entrance was a great chore for the lion. A simple look at the rugged, dark-maned male was more than enough to convince most to stay away and not try their luck sneaking past him. "How're you doing?" Martimoor asked, approaching Paranoia and taking note of how large her midsection had gotten. He sat down near her, and gave his daughter a look in greeting.

Paranoia

Paranoi liked Martimoor more then your average female lion would like their male protector. She watched him and rubbed up against him before laying down next to him. Fine. The times closeShe spoke softly.

Layra may be an adult but she was bored now and even though her father saw her she began stalking toward his tail like she use to do as a cub and when she was close she made to pounce.

Martimoor

The feeling from Martimoor was mutual, and he never hid the fact, despite his willingness to breed with any other female in the pride who would accept him. Paranoia had a special place in the brute's tough heart, and he made it his duty to see that she always got enough food whenever kills were made and brought back to the Basin. "Any day now, you think?" Instead of looking to Paranoia, Martimoor turned his head to side-glance at Layra and give her a small rumble of annoyance. Father or not, he wasn't nearly as tolerant as his brother Little Tuft when it came to others using him as a jungle gym.

Paranoia

Paranoia nodded and layed her head against his side.Yes, could be tonight, Their getting restless in thereShe spoke. Her tail flicking side to side. One ear flicked back as she heard Layra trying to creep up..

Layra was almost to his tail when he rumbled of annoyance. She snorted and tossed her head and ran off searching for someone else to play with.

Martimoor

The big brute lowered his maned head, resting it over her forepaws in mutual comfort. "It will be a good night for them. I'll send a group out to hunt for fresh food for you." He didn't look back as Layra snorted and scuttled away. Though he'd probably never win 'best father of the year' award with behavior like that, his winning grace was that he would lay down his life for any of his females and offspring if they came under threat. But ask him to play... no, that was out of the question.

Paranoia

She watched Layra run off and yawned as she listened to Martimoor. that would be nice seeing as I can't really go anywhereSHe said laying her own head down on his back and closing her eyes. She knew that they would come any time now.

Martimoor

Martimoor kept himself still and relaxed as Paranoia stretched her head out over his back. The African lion was content to be silent for some time after this, simply enjoying lioness' company and listening to the various sounds of voices and shuffling paws from the other members of the pride around them. But after many long minutes, Martimoor raised his head, "If we're to have food for you by tonight, I'd best alert the others now. Do you... want me to stick around?" He had no intentions of being out of the basin while Paranoia was giving birth, yet he wasn't sure if the soon-to-be mother wanted him too close during her time, either.

Paranoia

Paranoia laid there with him and closed her eyes. I do want you around the time is close actually i think its starting nowShe spoke as she now got up and began to pace. Contractions were starting.

Martimoor

Martimoor was beginning to scan the area around, looking for their finest hunters that he could gather and send out tonight. His plans were stalled when Paranoia stood and began to pace however, leading the big lion to cautiously rise to his paws and watch her, "If that's what you wish, I'll be here." Though it didn't show on the outside, Martimoor felt his stomach flutter and uncertainty creep through him. Fighting, hunting, staring death in the face... he could do all of those things just fine. But hanging around for a birth? Still, Paranoia was the one female he was closest to, so at her request, he was willing to put up with his unease and see her through a hopefully quick, easy delivery.

Paranoia

Paranoia paced and smiled. She would past him and rub up against him. This birth she felt calmer with him near by. Her ears twitched and within a half hour she was lying down and she birthed five cubs, two males and three females. She cleaned each one and then allowed them to nurse then she looked up at Martimoor.Come say hello to our new childrenShe spoke. Then she looked down at the small helpless cubs. What you think about Simba for this male and Nala for this female? She spoke touching two of the cubs.

After he agreed or disagreed she looked to the three others. And the last male Tuini, This female Accava and the last female Sandstorm?She smiled and licked Martimoor muzzle if he was close enough before yawning.

Martimoor & Others

Martimoor remained as absolutely calm and collected as he could be on the outside so that he could offer his moral support to Paranoia during this time. He'd lower his head to nuzzle briefly against her when she rubbed past him, and ask her now and then how she was doing. In the end, the birth went better than he expected, and the lion dared to move closer to Paranoia once she'd lain down to nurse their five new cubs.

"Mm-hmm, good names." Martimoor murmured. "How are you feeling? Hungry at all?" While he sought to help the lioness in any way he could, he mused over how tiny the new cubs were. He almost smiled to think that he was once that size, so small that a coyote or an eagle could have carried him off as a snack.