DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE LIONKING. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC BELONG TO DISNEY - EXCEPT FOR NADHA, KIJANI, KANURU, CORUS, AND OTHER CHARACTERS YOU DON'T RECOGNISE FROM THE MOVIES.
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The old zebra stallion whickered, standing in its own shady spot by the sluggish river. There was some nice lush grass there, protected from the scathing heat of the sun, and he had it all to himself. A few dozen yards away was a group of sporting zebra foals, whinnying and kicking up clods of dirt as they whirled around in dizzy circles.
He snorted at their antics. Let them impress each other, he had found the perfect grazing spot. Quite promptly, after a quick look around, he lowered his striped head and started to graze with out a care in the world except for the wonderful taste of green grass on his tongue. Now and then he whickered happily to himself, oblivious to the world around him.
Kajani grinned from her hiding spot in the tall grasses. He was remarkably stupid (or just overwhelmed with delight). The zebra was well away from the herd in an isolated area, and he hadn't even bothered to properly look in her direction. So remarkably stupid! It was her lucky day today.
Resisting the strong urge to flick her tail happily this way and that, she forced herself to remain still, one paw poised above the ground. The trick was, when hunting by oneself, was to try and creep up on an unsuspected animal, from downwind, as close as possible, to be followed by a quick dash and a leap. The young lioness was no novice.
Slowly, slowly she put her paw down. Slowly, slowly, she raised another, slowly moving forward. Lower. Raise. Lower. Pause. Raise. Pause. Lower. Raise. Pause. Lower and there she was with a good view of striped behind only a few yards away. She lowered herself to the ground like a coiled spring, quivering with anticipation. Her eyes gleaming, her muscles tensed, the lioness shifting slightly. A second later her hind legs pushed against the ground and she was soaring through the air, her mouth wide open with a roar and her claws unsheathed, aimed directly for the zebra. She was exhilarated, hearing nothing but her own roar, strong and loud as if the ancestors were roaring with her. The zebra was now almost directly beneath her and her great paws were – WHOCK!
