A/N: This is my first fanfic, so criticism is welcome.
Sahira grinned as she leaped down the last few boulders of Pride Rock. Just before she sprinted away, she looked back to see most of the lionesses of the pride watching her as she went. She smiled at them and then took off.
Sahira made her way through the tall savanna grasses along a beaten dirt path that had been there since before she was born. There were old paw prints cemented into the dirt, from many years passed. Often, Sahira liked to put her own paws in the prints and imagine herself large enough to make a big print like them one day.
Just like all of the cubs her age and many generations of cubs before her, Sahira knew the legends of Simba, Nala, and Kiara, and her mate Kovu, and how they had managed to merge two warring prides. Many of them still had the looks of the old outlanders. Although now, that look and the other look of the orange and cream colored lions had considerably blended, demonstrated in Sahira's beautiful creamy coat and dusty toes, chest, underbelly and tail tuft.
And as Sahira ran through the lush green grass around the watering hole, she made plans of how she would act as queen when she ascended to the position. She would make sure everyone always had enough food, the cubs were always safe, and the Pride Lands were always open to lions in need. Sahira sought to be the best Queen the Pride Lands had ever had, save for Nala and Kiara of legend of course. But she could build on them.
What Sahira didn't know, was that Nala and Kiara were watching her embrace her destiny, and were ready to help her, just as all Queens before them did.
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