A/N: Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I'm back now. Time for Simba and his friends to go to a very unpleasant place...
Chapter 1: Welcome to Camp
"What!?" Simba exclaimed in shock at what his father just told him.
"You heard me, Simba" Mufasa said. "You're going and that's that."
"Why!" Simba yelled. "I don't deserve this!"
"Don't worry, Simba." Mufasa told him. "Nala and some of your friends will be joining you."
"Why do we have to go?" Simba asked, realizing there was no way he was getting out of this.
"You need to learn discipline." Mufasa told his son. "Clearly getting grounded is not enough for you cubs to learn. I went to Camp Mateso when I was your age, it'll be good for you. Let's go, your friends should be waiting for us."
Simba just let out a sigh. He was responsible, sure he and his friends got into trouble, but they always managed to get out of it and take a villain down in the process. He just didn't want to go to this Camp Mateso place.
When Simba and his father reached the water hole, they saw Neema and Sarafina waiting with Nala, Tora, Kora, and Mheetu.
"Are you cubs ready to leave?" Mufasa asked.
The cubs just gave him blank looks and nodded. They were just as upset about the situation as Simba was.
"It's just us five?" Simba asked.
"Yep." Tora answered. "Sora's not going because he's supposed to go see Rafiki in a couple days to see if he can make it so it doesn't hurt him when he uses his psychic power."
"And Angani and Mkali are staying." Nala added. "We all know nothing will change Angani... Kulaani and Vitani went off somewhere. Knowing them, they won't be back for a couple days."
"Alright." Mufasa said. "We need to go now."
Sarafina looked down at her son and daughter. "You'll be fine." she said. "If anyone gives you any trouble, just beat them until they agree to stop messing with you."
"Tora, you be good." Neema said. "Kora, just try not to get hurt."
Mufasa began to walk away from the water hole. "Come on, we have a long walk ahead of us."
The cubs reluctantly followed him. Whatever awaited them at this camp, they knew it wasn't going to be good.
"Exactly how far away is this place?" Simba asked.
"Oh, I'd say we'll be there in about..." Mufasa stopped to think. "...Five hours."
"Five hours!?" Simba exclaimed.
"It's not that bad, Simba." Mufasa said.
"It is when you know that your punishment is at the end of that walk..." Simba told him.
"You had it coming." Mufasa said. "No more complaining."
No complaining? Simba thought to himself. How can we not complain this just isn't fair! I guess there's no way out of this. Maybe it won't be so bad. Simba quickly threw that optimistic thought out of his head. Nah, it's going to be bad.
"I can't take it!" Simba yelled. "We've been walking for hours! Let's just turn back, we'll never get there!"
"Simba, we're here." Mufasa said. "I'll take you all in."
The camp by no means looked pleasant. It was in the middle of nowhere. The only shelter in sight were a bunch of crudely made structures that looked like long tents. They looked like they were about to fall apart. They were made from leaves and sticks. There was a water hole, but there was hardly anything in it.
Simba and his friends recieved dirty glares from other cubs that were there. Some of them were covered in scratches and scars, which showed they had been in fights before. They continued to follow Mufasa until they reached another structure made from leaves and sticks, but this one looked like it had been built carefully and was standing strong. Mufasa led the cubs inside.
"Hello?" Mufasa said as they walked in.
"New campers?" a deep, rough voice answered immediately. The voice belonged to a baboon. "Bring them over."
"This is my son." Mufasa said, looking down at Simba. "And those are his friends. I'd like to enroll them into your camp."
"Very well." the baboon said. "We'll get them situated."
Mufasa turned around and looked at the cubs. "I'll be back in six months." Mufasa said. "Hopefully by then you will have learned some discipline."
"Six months!?" they all exclaimed at once.
"You'll be just fine." Mufasa said. "I have to get back to the Pridelands. Good luck." With that, he left the tent and went back to the Pridelands.
"Now..." the baboon said to the cubs. "Let me introduce myself. I'm General Ponda. Why don't you tell me your names?"
Simba looked at him and spoke. "I'm Simba," he said, "and this is Nala, Tora, Kora, and Mheetu."
"Prince Simba of the Pridelands?" Ponda asked.
"That's right." Simba said with a grin.
"Well, let me tell you something right now..." Ponda said, his tone becoming much more serious. "Just because you're royalty, don't expect any special treatment here. You will do exactly what everyone else does."
"Yes, sir..." Simba said, his confidence lowered a bit.
"Now, let's divide you and get you to your tents." Ponda said. He looked at the five cubs carefully. "You three." he pointed at Simba, Nala, and Tora. "You will report to Tent U." He then looked at Kora and Mheetu. "You two will report to Tent R. I'll show you to your tents." He walked outside with the cubs following right behind.
Ponda led the cubs to Tent R first. "This is where you two will sleep at night." he said to Kora and Mheetu. "Why don't you go in and meet the other campers." He pushed the two cubs inside and then led Simba, Nala, and Tora away.
"Uh... Hello." Mheetu said to the other cubs that were inside the tent.
"Look what we got here..." one of them said. "Some fresh meat."
"What should we do with them?" another asked.
"How about we give them their initiation..." the other cub said, unsheathing his claws.
Mheetu and Kora just looked at each other and gulped.
"And here's your tent." Ponda said to Simba, Nala, and Tora. "I hope you find it to your liking." He then left the three cubs standing in front of the tent.
"Well, we might as well go in." Simba said. "It's too hot to just stand out here."
The three walked inside and were immediately greeted by a small, but muscular looking cub.
"Hey," the cub said. His voice had some sort of strong accent on it, "looks like we got us some new room mates." Several other cubs joined him in front of them. "So, who are you, pretty boy?" he said, looking at Simba.
"I'm Simba." he said. "Prince Simba, and that's Nala, and that's Tora."
"So, we got the prince and his pals here?" the cub said. "Some spoiled little brats, I take it. How about we show you how it's like livin' here? Crusher! Come 'ere!"
Simba, Nala, and Tora were about to try and leave, but when they turned around, they were met by a cub who was much bigger than them. He looked like the only thing he did was work out.
"Dang," Simba said, "he's buff."
"You called, Nanga?" Crusher asked.
"Yeah," Nanga said. "We need to teach these three what it will be like for them while they're here."
"Got it." He said, unsheathing his claws. Nanga and the other cubs did the same.
"Well, this isn't good..." Nala said.
"Oh, man... This is gonna hurt." Simba said. They had no place to escape to. They were surrounded, and it was easy to tell that these cubs had made up their mind.
"Don't worry." Nanga said. "You'll be fine... In a few days." He and the other cubs got ready to attack.
A/N: Looks like Simba and his friends are already in a bad situation. These cubs really don't mess around at this camp, then again, they are there for a reason... Feel free to drop a review.