My sister.
...
"Kopa?" Simba called from the den.
"Dad? Is it time?" Kopa asked curiously as he padded towards his father.
"Yes son. It's time." Simba smiled as he nudged his son inside.
Kopa padded quietly into the darkened den. In the corner lay his mother Nala. He approached cautiously followed by his proud father.
"Mum?" He questioned in a whisper.
Nala looked up with a soft smile.
"Come closer, meet your sister." She purred.
"Sister..." Kopa whispered as he padded closer.
There, squished up against his mother's stomach was his new, sleeping baby sister. Kopa sniffed around her curiously and quirked an eyebrow.
"Her name is Kiara."
The newborn cub yawned and batted her paws in the air softly. It was then and there that Kopa decided he would never let any harm come to her.