Tears spurned her vision as they leaked from her muzzle. The Lioness Zira felt defeated, dejected, dehydrated. Her friends followed her in compassion and silent grief. They were mourning Scar and the battle.
Most were wary and angry. Wary because they were shunned and 'ANGRY' because they didn't win.
Mud stroked their chin as they walked slowly out of the dirty water. "This is the Outlands," she said to her lionesses.
A patrol came up to her. She wanted to object! This place was dirty! Useless to make into a lush land!
"My daughter needs GOOD CLEAN WATER," she snapped. Baby Star was between her paws. Zira was about to strike when she heard someone crying out!
She charged at the male rogue fighting her son.
"Simba, did we really do the right thing or are we just murdering them by exile...?" Nala would every once in a while sneak a look to the Lionesses leaving. She wasn't worried for their welfare but for the sake of the pride's integrity being in jeopardy.
Zira's words still struck her hard.
"We are fighting for survival! We don't have time for Simba's madness!"
Revenge was all she could think of. Revenge and a lush land. No more of this deteriorated dry plain. Kumbiya walked with a limp. She was much too old and Star was way too young.
"I'm so tired and thirsty," complained one cub.
She was about to snarl when the mother chastised her son.
"Be quiet, we don't want to make Aunty Zira angry," she hissed to Abayo.
The cub immediately shut up.
Zira turned back to the creepy hallow mound.
"Your name will be Tears from now on," roared her mother. 'Tears' backed away and leaned into her mate. She challenged Zira and threatened to take her place and rule the Pride Lands by herself.
Her Mushroom coat shined in the light in contrast to the Dark Red of Kovu's. She was formerly Star.
"Your father was just as useless. He left us! US!"
An Albino Lion was a rare commodity. And Jafari was one of them.
Now, Star had 3 large scars running down the side of her face and they were tear shaped.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from my mom," Kovu whispered.
She had one small cub between her paws. Dusty, Kovu's white Albino cub.
The rest of the pride waited to see what would happen. Would she really leave the Outlands...?
Be an outcast. Leave her mate and friends for good.
What about the young cub? Going bereft without a mother?