Huh, consider me still inactive, I just wanted to post this somewhere with the full description. The one for dA is true as well, but this was really inspired by the awkwardness of Kali and Jarmara becoming lovers. Or at least temporary yiff buddies. You know, big cats will interbreed, but only under isolated conditions.

At the end of the first winter that Jarmara the white lion spent with the scimitar tooths, Kali, the larger and older female came into season. For the lone male lion, it was hell. Annoying and impossible to ignore like the sound of claws on slate. The thought alone that something as big and ugly had sexual feelings was obscene. But that wasn't all. Her scent, which quickly filled every spot they stayed in, made him uneasy, but it was all wrong. It was nothing like the spicy, tempting scent of a lioness. She kept rolling around on the ground awkwardly on that short, unflexible back of hers, calling with a horrid, hoarse voice for a mate that never came, and she never, never shut up.
In the beginning, Jaramara would just sit somewhere at a distance with Tacimur and complain to her, but she didn't seem to be listening all too much, while Kali's sounds and smells wafted over to him. After almost a week of this, he, who hadn't been near a female of his own species for how many months now, noticed that it began to seriously affect him despite his initial revulsion, which amused Tacimur and made him despair of himself. Everything about Kali's courting was off, but just not off enough. Finally, he reached his personal breaking point, feeling so dizzy in his head as if drunk. The younger female just laughed and told him to go do what he had to, and he went. When he reached Kali, he was torn halfway between disgust at that primitive huge cat – easily his size and one and a half times his weight – , at himself – after all, he was of divine descent, bred to mate with only the best and purest-, and simple white-hot hormonal rage.
Between rolling on the ground, Kali looked at him with obvious amusement – he hated getting that look from the scimitars all the time! He was a fully grown male, for heaven's sake, and he was going to prove it! He kept walking. Kali's expression changed to irritation, and her sorry stub of a tail twitched. „What, you? Is this a joke?“ - „Oh, shut up“, snapped Jarmara. He dodged a playful claw swipe and pushed his forehead demandingly against hers.

Spoiler: They then boink each other silly for the next couple of days. Thank goodness their genomes are incompatible and they don't beget monster kittens.