Well, it's time for our next story! Hopefully you guys will like this one a little more!

I wish to make an important announcement: Starting with this story, this series will be beta-read by ThatPersonYouMightKnow! Hopefully all the flamers will shut up now.

Emerald dreamer96: The adults in the Pride Lands are pretty useful, except for Scar and Company, of course.

ThatPersonYouMightKnow: I liked your use of the Scar quote, as well as your nickname for what the series isn't! Though the cuteness might be mixed in later on…it's good to have a balance. Fight villains by day, cuddle up with the cub of your choice by night.

Greg M 94: A watery grave indeed…but is it truly his final resting place?

kora22: I'm glad you finally got the chance to read the finale. I'm glad you liked it!


Seeing Spots

Chapter One: Another Adventure

The sun was shining brightly on the Pride Lands, every plant, rock and river glowing vibrantly. The sound of twittering birds echoed through the trees and fields. But under the shade of one particular tree, a pair of cubs were paying no attention to the sounds of small feathered animals.

"Your wound's looking a lot better, Simba." Nala smiled as she examined a faded red gash on her golden friend's right side.

About two days ago, the cubs had been held hostage in the jungle by Khara, a suave but merciless lion who intended to train them to become ruthless killers. Luckily, Mufasa and the other Pridelanders had swiftly put an end to Khara's plans, and as far as anyone knew, his mutilated corpse was rotting at the bottom of a jungle pond…

"Yeah," Simba sighed. "I'm glad Rafiki was able to heal me up quickly this time. I wouldn't want to spend days on end in that tree so soon after getting out."

"Do you want to do anything today, 'Explorer King?'"

"I forgot all about that nickname," Simba smiled. "You haven't used it since the day we met."

"That's because we haven't done any exploring! Between getting grounded after the Elephant Graveyard, being assaulted by your cousins, and then everything with Khara and the waterhole cubs, we haven't really had the time to be explorers!"

"You're right," Simba grinned. "There's this really cool area southeast of Pride Rock that almost nobody goes to. It's supposed to be pretty cool!"

"Any idea what's supposed to be there?" Nala asked.

"Supposedly, it's got a lot of green palms and a little river. So it's like a little mini-jungle."

"Cool!" Nala exclaimed. "Do you wanna bring the others, or should we just go on our own?"

"You two won't be the only ones," intoned a familiar voice. The two cubs stared straight ahead as a certain blue hornbill smiled at them.

"I must say I am rather familiar with the area you are talking about," Zazu explained. "It's a paradise for birds. I'll gladly take you there myself."

"Wow: Zazu actually wanting to go somewhere with us?" Simba whispered to Nala excitedly. "It's unbelievable!"

"Well, young master, if it's safe for me, it ought to be safe for all of you. But before we go, His Majesty wants to see the two of you for a few moments."


At the base of Pride Rock, Mufasa stood over Simba, Nala and Mheetu with Zazu perched on his shoulder.

"Simba," Mufasa began, "today I'm going to go down to the waterhole and talk to those cubs. What were the leaders' names again?"

"Ibada and Sheeta," Simba sighed. He really wanted to forget about them…

"Okay," Mufasa responded. "Now, I also wanted to talk about a particular remark made by one of you during the whole matter with Khara." He stared at Mheetu and frowned, causing the cub to smile uneasily.

"N-n-now, Your Majesty, I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about," the greyish-white cub stammered, his eyes darting around frantically.

"Well, let me remind you, then," Mufasa smiled. "When we were heading towards the jungle, you remarked that if Nala had been hurt in any way, then Simba would be the one that paid for it. Sarabi and I did hear that, Mheetu. I don't know if you realized that, but we did. Loud and clear. Everyone else probably did too."

Simba and Nala stared at Mheetu with wide eyes. Simba was the first to speak.

"You know, Mheetu, I've been through enough stress as it is! First Vitani, then the waterhole cubs, and Khara. I don't need you too!"

Nala warily approached her younger brother.

"Mheetu, why would you threaten Simba? Even if I had been injured, it would have been Khara or one of the jungle lionesses, not Simba."

"Simba running away is the only reason you left! He would, by default, be responsible!"

"That's enough, Mheetu," Mufasa grumbled. "If I ever hear you threaten Simba again, there will be consequences."

Mheetu slowly nodded his head. As Simba and Nala walked away, Mheetu trotted behind them. Zazu flew off of Mufasa's shoulder and followed the cubs.

"Let's go find the others," Nala suggested. "We'll take them all."

"First," Simba proclaimed, "the four of us will go see Uncle Scar."