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Imagine after escaping the hyenas and running into the desert and being rescued by Timon and Pumbaa… well, imagine instead of running into the desert, Simba ran into a world of snow!
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Simba shivered. How had he got here? One minute he'd been running through grass and now everything was covered in this weird white stuff.
He padded about in it. "What is this stuff?" he said out loud, pushing some about with one of his paws. It felt cold and wet. Simba pushed his nose into it, trying to see what it smelt like, and coughed in surprise as it went up his nostrils. "Oh!" He shook his head, blowing to get it out. It was freezing! He had to get away from here!
As he turned to go, though, he heard a giggle from somewhere in the bushes. "Is…someone there?" he said, a paw and an eyebrow raised. He peered into the white covered bush closest to him. He could see a pair of bright blue eyes staring up at him under the bush. Whoever it was, they looked frightened.
"Hey, come on out," said Simba cockily, peering down and grinning. "It's ok, I won't hurt you."
The eyes disappeared a minute- and then something sprang out at him, over the top of the bush, and grabbed hold of him, rolling him over and over in the white stuff. Simba gasped as they seemed to sink and be buried…how would they get out now?!?
He kicked and forced the attacker off him. "Ow!" she squeaked, and let go, rubbing her stomach. "What did you do that for? I was only playing!"
"We're buried!" cried Simba, pawing at the walls of the white tomb. The attacker rolled her eyes at him. "We're not buried, dummy, it's just snow!"
She shovelled her way under the 'snow', and a moment later, she was looking down at him from above. Simba scowled.
"I can do that, too!" he nuzzled under it, and coughed as it enveloped him like a cold blanket. Before he could panic the girl had dug through it aswell and pulled him out.
"I think you should say sorry for kicking me," she said.
Simba frowned. Why should he? Still, he did feel a bit mean. "Alright, I'm sorry. What's your name?"
The weird looking girl blinked her big blue eyes at him and smiled. "I'm Sodona. What are you called?"
"I'm Simba," said Simba, looking her up and down. She was a bit like a lion, but with a cheetah's patterns- in grey. Her fur was thick and downy, and she swished her long tail about a lot.
"Why do you look like that?" he demanded. "What are you?"
She rolled over onto her back in the snow, scooping a pawful up. "Well, what are you?"
"I asked you first," said Simba, getting annoyed.
"So?" she teased.
"So you should tell me!"
"Why are you all…yellow?" she wrinkled her nose at him, turning back onto her belly and wriggling towards him.
"I'm not yellow, I'm golden!" he said indignantly. "Now tell me what you are, or else!"
She giggled. "Or else what, golden boy?"
He dived on her, and they rolled over and over into the snow giggling and laughing.
"I'm a snow leopard," she told him when they'd finished. "So what are you?"
"I'm a lion." said Simba proudly. "I'm a prince lion."
Then he remembered and bent his head in shame. Sodona dived underneath him and rolled on to her back, ending up underneath him. Her face was just inches from his!
"Yuck!" cried Simba, jumping away from her in disgust. "Did you just try to kiss me or something? That's gross!"
Sodona sighed, rolling her eyes. "Boys are so immature. But you're still cute." She slid in front of him, swishing her tail over his back. He backed away from her, not looking happy at this.
"Awww, c'mon. I don't bite! And the white stuffs just snow," she purred.
"I know," he said, pushing her away with a paw. "You told me. And if you bit me, I'd bite you back, so there." He didn't bother to add she was a little bigger than him aswell.
"Ooh, so, a prince?" she said, ignoring him.
He nodded. "Yeah. I was, anyway. I was going to be a King but then…I don't want to talk about it."
Sodona didn't press him. "My mum sometimes calls me a princess. She says she'll do anything to protect me because there are nasty animals here aswell."
"What's your mum called?" asked Simba. Then he thought about it. "Nasty animals? What like?"
Sodona nuzzled up to him. "Well, my mother is called Jakatta, and of course there are nasty animals. They want to eat us. But we eat animals, too. Snow hares and snow foxes."
"Snow hares? Snow foxes? What are they?" Simba didn't have a clue what a regular hare or fox was.
"Food, stupid," laughed Sodona. She pushed him over. "Do you want to come and see where I live or do you have to go home?"
Simba sank down into the snow in shame. "No. I can't ever go back."
She didn't understand. "Oh, goody! That means you can stay here with me."
"No, it doesn't. I don't know where I'll go…but anywhere but here. It's all cold."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, go then. But how will you find your way around without someone to look out for you?"
That made him angry. "I can look out for myself!"
She laughed. "You didn't even know what a snow hare was a minute ago. You didn't even know what snow was!"
He pounced on her again. "Okay, okay. Can I stay with you? Just for tonight?"
Sodona smiled and purred. "You can stay for longer than that, if you want."
"No. Just for tonight. Then I'll go…somewhere else."
She raised an eyebrow. "Whatever. Come on then, Simba. There's a snowstorm on the way, so we'd better be quick!"
