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Post by Indigo<3 on Feb 9, 2010 21:13:35 GMT -5
Kula wasn’t really sure what to think at this moment in time. Life had done a complete 180 in the last few days, and that confusion only seemed to grow. First the pride finds out abruptly that both the King and the Prince had died in a mysterious wildebeest stampede. Then Scar assumes the throne and welcomes the entire hyena clan into the lands. A few days later a new pride had located themselves on the border, demanding that they be allowed to live in the lands too. However, the worst thing so far was this, the pride mothers had moved their cubs to the leopard rocks. In the hopes of protecting them from both the hyena’s and even the King himself. Of course after dropping them off for the night the mothers return and leave them here. The first night she had been her the young lioness had barely slept a wink, but over time she was adapting to life. Sitting on the rocks edge the cub watched her mother and the other lionesses slowly walking back towards pride rock. A heavy feeling settled in her chest as she glanced around for someone to cuddle up with for the night.
She was truly turning into a cuddle bug. Standing silently, the young lioness stretched out her tired muscles and moved to find a comfortable sleeping spot. On the one side of the boulder were some thick tree’s and brush, which gave cover. As well as a few small shelves of rock that could be hidden under.
It only took her a few minutes to find a comfortable spot to lay down in. Curling up in a tight ball the dark colored lioness stated out into the black savannah. Her eyes watching the animals as they continued to graze or sleep, mindless of the situation at the rocks. Shivering lightly the cub pulled her tail up around her nose, and closed her eyes. How she missed her mom and the rest of the pride. They gave her strength, and warmth.
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Post by -NightShade- on Feb 10, 2010 11:32:52 GMT -5
The death of the prince had saddened Chumvi, he was scared by it, but didn't want to admit it. Chumvi was an arrogant sort of cub, believing lions were in fact the best of all the creatures in the savanna, and of course, that the pridelanders were the very best pride. So the death of Mufasa had shattered his young world. But he remained as normal on the outside as he could, now the prince had dissapeared, Chumvi considered himself top cub, the other males were no match for him!
He had settled quickly into the idea of sleeping away from the dens, he didn't feel comfortable around Scar, not even slightly, so he was happy to sleep away from them, he liked the company of all the other cubs, particularily young Kula, though she seemed to be taking much longer to settle. He ventured over in a casual walk, but made it into a semi-strut, his chest puffed out and his frame held high, the small chocolate brown tuft of mane that was steadily forming was beggining to blow softly in the night breeze. He paused a little way over from Kula, tilted his head to the side and smirking cheekily, she didn't look as relaxed as she should be when so close to slumber, Chumvi frowned slightly at this, and lay down beside her, not close enough to be touching her, but close enough for his presence to be felt.
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Post by Indigo<3 on Mar 2, 2010 10:34:05 GMT -5
Loud cheers and happy shouts filled the cub’s ears, her ruby eyes watching as the other cubs played by the watering hole. It was a frequent place for all of the pride’s youth, and so it seemed to be a normal day. Her ears flickered around absently as she watched her friends playing in the water, scaring around some of the ungulate’s that came to drink as well. Padding closer, the caramel tinged lioness felt a joyful smile cross her features. Though it seemed that with every step she took she never managed to make it to the watering hole. A confused look crossed her face and she plopped down onto her butt. Sitting there she watched them, content to be near them. Feeling someone walk behind her, she turned and saw Simba approach, a gleeful smile broke out over her face. He wasn’t dead! Kula wanted to shout with happiness but for some reason no sound came from her throat.
Simba and Nala stared to play, both seemed to be excited to see one another. It brought joy to her heart. Turning her eyes to the surroundings she felt a gasp of fear explode from her lungs. A stampede? The massive herd of wildebeest ran through the area, knocking over anything that got in their path. Most of the cubs were safe, and ran into the water for safety. Simba however began to run and was being chased by the herd. Terror choked her and she stood, her tail twitching silently as she watched the scene unfold.
The stampede ended abruptly, Simba was okay. She breathed in a sigh of relief. Yet, that sigh soon became a scream as she saw the hyena’s. How they chased the prince down and brutally slaughtered him before her very eyes. Her screams echoed around her, each shriek louder then the last.
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Kula woke to the sound of her own terrified screams. Her mouth was still unhinged when she opened her eyes. Breathing heavily the young lioness attempted to calm herself down, but only succeeded in crying. She buried her head into her paws, loud gasping cries fell from her lip, tears rolling down her cheeks. It had been so horrible, was that truly how the prince had died? She sobbed incoherently for quite a few long minutes, her body trembling from the shock and grief. Of course she looked around for her mother but did not find her, which only fed her cries. Ruby eyes fell on Chumvi and without giving it much thought the lioness collapsed against him, nuzzling his chest and crying like a lost child.
She wanted her mom, she wanted peace. She wanted Nala to be happy again, she wanted Simba alive again.. Clinging to her best friend she continued to cry, letting the wave of grief take her as it needed to.
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Post by tyra on Mar 5, 2010 4:21:47 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind me jumping in))
He walked around the rock with a cold sneer pasted across his features. As a teenager he didn't really fit into either of the groups- the cubs which were banned from pride rock or the adults who lived a safer life. But, having the past he did, he found the arrangement with the cubs distressing and had decided he's guard the precious youngsters.
The dark-pelted brute, therefore, patrolled the rock. He walked around it again and again. His eyes, green, burned with a ferocity rarely seen within him. If there was anything he tried to do in this pride it was watching over the youngsters. For everything else he didn't care.
He stretched, keeping himself ready, and cast eyes toward the cub. he had an urge to care for them, though in everything else he showed a hostility to the pride. What was it, he wandered, that made it so hard to turn his back on the cubs when he cared not a damn for this pride anymore?
Given, he had cared when Mufassa had ruled, but Mufassa had been a fair ruler. Scar was a tyrant, a monster. The adults stood by and let him rule. This pride had no pride, they had no soul, and he wasn't about to sit by and let the cubs be hurt. He couldn't really, could he.
Seeing no danger he walked toward the cubs and looked down at them, his eyes softening. Was it that these cubs reminded him of what he, himself, had been through? Perhaps, or perhaps it was just his way of coping with the loss of all his siblings... even Adia. But no, Adia had to be alive, he could never live with himself if she had not survived.
"Kula, don't worry. I won't let them hurt you. You're safe." OK, so he struggled to understand these cubs, how the thought. His own cubhood had been so devestated he hadn't the thought patterns of a normal cub, but had had the best intentions at heart.
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