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The morning was like any other morning in the savannah, warm and crisp. The chilly air of the Spring morning nipped at the fur of the lion's of the Prideland's, but the cave kept them warm... Mostly. The day was glorious; it seemed as if it wasn't possible to mess up such a wonderful morning. But like they say, everything's possible...
A loud roar of protection startled the early morning quietness, causing all of the bird's to flee the area. Simba, the Lion King, rose up to see what was going on. Not feeling his warmth anymore, Nala gave a yawn and opened a sleepy eye to see her king leave. Where is he going? Nala stood up and gave her pelt a shake before padding off toward's Simba. She gasped when her friend, practically her sister, gave one of the strongest lion's a snarl. Scar. "Leave Scar!" Simba's voice boomed across the Prideland's, echoing ever so quietly in the canyon's and the plain's that made the Prideland's; well, the Prideland's.
Scar chuckled and paced back and forth in front of the lion group, eying the little cub that smiled innocently up at Scar. "Hi!" She giggled, but stayed hidden behind her mother. Breeze noticed the intention in Scar, and snarled at him when he approached. "Don't you dare hurt my daughter!" She growled, but Scar wouldn't put up with it. He gave her a deep frown, and then a growl as he lifted his paw and swiped it back down on Breeze, letting her fall roughly to the ground. Simba snarled and pounced toward's Scar, but the old lion was too smart for him, and moved out of the way. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I guess daddy never taught you how to pounce properly, hm?" He chuckled, and pounced back on to Simba with a swift jump. Nala snarled but knew she wouldn't be able to do anything against a lion who had so much more fighting skill's than her. The Pride sister's joined in the snarl as they started pouring into a group to see what was happening.
By this time the sun was high and the air wasn't as cold as it was earlier this morning, and the only sound's came from the arguing lion's and lioness' that were all fighting for the same thing; land. Simba swiped at Scar's face with his claw's fully extended, reopening his scar, which spewed blood. The Outlander roared in pain and fury, and rubbed his eye with his paw, giving Simba an advantage to win the fight. Simba pushed his uncle off him with force and pinned him down, growling down to Scar. Scar snarled back. "Leave, Scar." Simba repeated, and this time Scar nodded slowly. Simba caustiously got off Scar, who limped off weakly back toward's the border, where his home awaited him for the new's of Simba's death that never happened.