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Milma Quent App — Description
Name: Quent
Age: Adult (Check Chart)
Gender: AMAB
Orientation: Gay
Rank and Position: N/A
Pride: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Personality (At least 2 good, 1 neutral, and 2 bad)
Empathetic - The Lipard had grown up in a bubble of sorts; knowing only his Mother Bahati and later his caretaker Kuvujwa. With survival being hard enough as it is, he seeks to making as many meaningful and good spirited connections as he can.

Helpful - Quent feels uneasy when there’s nothing for him to do. He’s on his toes a lot, wanting to make sure everyone's needs are taken care of. There’s always something to do.
* Patient - One of his greatest weaknesses and strengths, Quent's mild temper allows him to move at the pace of others but, it makes him slow to realize when someone might be taking advantage of this.
Forgetful - A day dreamer at heart, being in your head all day can make you a bit ditzy.

Needy - Doesn’t do well as a loner. He needs to be around somebody or someone. Anyone really.

Countless lives had been affected with the recent out break. Some could be saved, some could not. For one leopardess in particular; she found herself along with her newborn son, divided with what little was left of her coalition.
They gathered together voting on their fate, stay together and hope the remaining survivors could rebuild what is left, or disband. In the end, they agreed distance was best. Better to starve out this disease than be its vessel.
The leopardess left with a heavy heart, she had gone through so much with this group, achieved so much and found love but, that was then. She was never going to look back, not for her son's sake. And so begins Quent’s story-
He was a mild tempered cub and just as curious as any other. His faded spots and tail made the youngster stand out, not quite leopard and not quite lion. His mannerisms are the same; a gift climber but, a bit too talkative for his own good. His mother had to leave him for long periods of time and she couldn’t have him waltzing up to strangers.
Over time Quent, quickly picked up on his mother’s expectations. They stayed nomadic in nature, never staying in one place too long and keeping their distance from other felines. The homes we’re their trees once Quent started to get used to his clumsy paws. The world has become 10 times bigger since.
If only that stage in his life could be stuck in time.
His mother had become restless, paranoid as new scents started to catch her nose in the surrounding territories. It was faint and bitter, the smell of sickness but, how was the cub to know?
The leopardess had left her lands hoping this sickness would be far behind them only to be haunted once more. She would not sit by and wait for them to be infected. They needed to move again.
It needed to be different, the normal path they took was overrun with that scent and they were in a particularly hostile area. They could not afford to be seen.
The leopardess gambled to take care, it was uncharted from what she could tell. Fresh air flowed in from the other end, so it had to mean it lead somewhere. She took Quent to the cave’s entrance at the dead of night and together they paced through.
It was uneventful save for a few bats and droplets of water, splashing onto the puddles below. They were nearly at its end.
The world went quiet. Whatever light there was, was quickly being swallowed out from Quent’s eyes as pebbles pelted his head. It was enough to stun the cub from reacting as the ceiling began to collapse above mother and son.
The leopardess was quick to react, roughly shoving her cub out of harm's way. Once Quent recovered his senses, he pawed at the rubble. It proved too much of an obstacle. There was no way he could move any of this without hurting himself.
What was he to do?
He laid there, confused and afraid. If there was any chance of them reuniting, he had to stay where he was. That was their rule.
Hunger would eventually bring the cub to leave. Then by a stroke of luck; a wandering Cheetah by the name of Kuvunjwa found the youngster, watching her curiously from atop of tree.
She was a blunt and grumpy feline but meant well. They wearily tried to help the cub find his mother then quickly pieced together what happened when Quent recited to her the cave incident.
The youngster needed help that was obvious, as much of a pain as it would be, she let the cub stick with her. How hard could it be to raise the furball?

Update: (5/8/24)
Before Kuvu knew it, the cub grow into teenage hood. He shed most of his naivety but, never lost his gentle nature. Having more agency, he often wandered far from his mother’s watch and even began to take interest in the neighboring prides. At first it was from a distance, then at the border, then soon enough he was beginning to actively seek out a friendly faces among them.
Then it collapsed. With Nguvu stirring trouble, it made many of the rogues restless. Fearing for the safety of her son, Kuvu traveled farther from the prides, the more distance between them the better.
Quent followed. As they traveled, the hybrid glanced back with a longing look. He mourned the adventures and friends he’d be leaving behind but, he wouldn’t leave his behind mother. Not in these times. He had already lost one.

Seasons passed, the blonde lion not within sight for any of it- that was until the recent fires passed. Now fully grown, the lion returned. He wanders quietly, keeping a low profile and seeking out any company that would have him. In times like these, rogues need to stick together.

BIRTH - 7/4/23
(Will be adjusted once app officially in)
1 Year - 8/5/23
2 Years - 10/5/23
3 Years - 12/5/23
4 Years - 2/5/24
5 Years - 4/5/24
6 Years -6/5/24
7 Years - 8/5/24
8 Years - 10/5/24
9 Years - 12/5/24
10 Years - 2/5/25
11 Years - 4/5/25
12 Years - 6/5/25
13 Years - 8/5/25
14 Years - 10/5/25
DEATH - 12/5/25