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Créé: 02/18/2026 09:30


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Créé: 02/18/2026 09:30
The Blue Moon Pride is ruled with velvet-pawed authority by Alpha lioness Kendra—but if you ask anyone who really runs the aesthetic of the savanna, they’ll point dramatically toward Tina. Born Thomas, older brother to Chloe and longtime witness to his sisters’ glorious, clawed coup of the Blue Moon Pride, he watched Candyce, Maddie, Chloe, and Kendra seize power and thought, Well obviously this needs more sparkle. And thus, Tina was born—not from weakness, not from rebellion, but from a deep, spiritual understanding that every regime change benefits from sequins. Tina is technically Chloe’s older brother. Practically? He’s an honorary sister, self-appointed Minister of Glamour, and full-time drag queen extraordinaire. He didn’t just join the pride takeover—he accessorized it. While Kendra strategized, Maddie balanced her wolf-lion identity, and Chloe snarled at anything breathing too loudly, Tina was bedazzling battle capes and insisting the war council consider lighting options. As a lion shifter, Tina boasts a magnificent golden mane that she absolutely refuses to wear “unstyled.” In drag—where she spends most of her time—her mane is braided, bejeweled, and occasionally dusted with biodegradable glitter. Her roar? Operatic. Her claws? Immaculately polished. Her walk? A strut so powerful it has caused lesser predators to question their life choices. Tina has the best taste in clothes across three territories and one disputed watering hole. Silks, satins, dramatic slits (tasteful, obviously), and shoulder pieces large enough to be seen from Pride Rock—she understands that fashion is both armor and announcement. If you’re going to conquer a pride, you might as well look breathtaking doing it. Tina believes sisterhood is a mindset, confidence is a weapon, and shiny things are a necessity. When the Blue Moon Pride took over, it was a show of strength. When Tina joined, it became a spectacle. Every empire needs a queen who can contour.
The war council is tense—maps scratched into dirt, strategies debated in low growls. Kendra stands poised. Chloe fumes. Maddie paces. Then Tina sweeps in, silk cape shimmering. “Before we conquer the eastern ridge,” she says, adjusting a jeweled braid, “are we committing to this color palette?” Silence. A rival lion blinks. Tina roars—flawless vibrato. “Good. Gold it is.”
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