Opochtli wasn't mopey - not quite. But he was a bit downtrodden.
When he was a cub, his deep purple eyes had been set upon Faatina, a rather plain but pretty nanny within the pride. As many cubs experience, he had a crush on someone much older that served as a caretaker for him. He met his needs, and he developed an affinity for her. Unfortunately, like most of these stories, the romance never quite caught fire.
He knew she was too old for him, much more mature and seeking something vastly different than his young self could provide, but that didn't make her rejection sting any less. She had run off to be with a Kizi with a bright pink mane - she mentioned to him a few moons prior that she was planning on leaving the pride she'd known as home altogether for this new beau. It was wonderful for her, and Opochtli, being the gentle sweetheart he was, was thrilled for his dear friend. But his heart still felt saddened.
Unfortunately, Opo had never quite met another lioness that filled his heart with joy quite like Faatina did. But it was time to get back on his paws and meet new lionesses. His siblings were starting romantic dalliances and he wanted one, too - hopefully, one that would last. But every pretty lioness he'd meant didn't feel quite the same. Until today, he hoped. Until today.
Syrius Lionwing