Of course this isn't Survival, nor even Warriors, but I feel like it's getting a bit stale. This isn't truly what my viewers want and I know that. However, I want something new and this is my priority story; that said I hope the passion I have for this story comes through in the writing unlike the other one.
P.S. Disclaimers: I don't own Lion King. Y'know, it's kinda strange that disclaimers are needed on a site dedicated to fanfiction.
The moon hung high in the sky over Pride Rock. Normally, this time would be silent and motionless, with the odd watch or meerkat scuffling about. A hyena sat on the fringe of the rock, scanning the horizon carefully. A young lioness crept through the field of scattered stones at the foot of the great monolith, closely monitoring the hyena. The watch traced shapes on the rock and muttered dejectedly, and lioness sprinted into a tuft of spiky grass on the edge of the mineral field and began picking her way through more of the grass deliberately. As the titanic tower of Pride Rock became smaller and smaller with every passing moment, the lioness picked up her pace to a trot and then a sprint once more. In the dead of night, Nala slipped away from the clutches of the crazy king and began a wild, desperate search for help to lead a revolt.
Nala kept her pace high, running on sheer adrenaline. Her mission was all or nothing; and failure meant near certain doom for the pride. She left without a plan and relied more on instinct to this point of her journey. The edge of the territory seemed so far; much less anything beyond it, but Nala had no other choice. Her adrenaline high began to melt away as quickly as the stone giant standing at guard behind. She nearly collapsed in exhaustion as the last of her heightened existence flecked off and faded into nothingness. Nala slowed to a crisp jaunt as her fatigue piled on with each passing moment, seemingly dragging her pelt down with stones. She'd barely made it halfway to the end of the Pride Lands, yet already Nala was struggling. An out of place sound drifting on the wind caught her attention: hyenas. An entire pack of the king's henchmen were tracking down the lioness vigilante, and they weren't too far away.
The thunderous rumbling of the pack drew ever nearer as Nala began to panic. I can't outrun them; I evidently can't hide, either. Climbing a tree is a bad idea… She wildly surveyed her surroundings looking for an answer Fight them? Maybe, if I wasn't so tired. Looks like my best option is to climb a tree and just see how lucky I can be. She bounded over to the nearest tree and scrabbled up it desperately. The grass swayed heavily, indicating the ravenous canines' movements. Nala shrunk back against the trunk of her refuge as much as she could. The first hyena broke through the grass, immediately followed by maybe thirty more. Scar really doesn't want me gone. "The trail ends here," remarked one to the leader. "Then spread out and find her. We can't allow her to leave," came the swift and harsh reply. Roughly twenty of them split off and started tracking her down. One of the remaining ten froze stiffly and narrowed his eyes. He cautiously crept toward Nala. "Over here. Trail ends right here." The leader of the party stared down the roots of the tree presented before him. "She's in the trees! Everyone, surround it!" barked the alpha canine. Nala could only watch in horror as every avenue of escape she had available became sealed.
"Listen, girl. We're all tired. Just make this easy on us and we'll let you live." I seriously doubt that. The hyenas that had fanned out heard the call and were shuffling into sight en masse. "Hyenas aren't meant for climbing, girl. But we can sit here and do this all day. Is that what you'd prefer?" Nala barely even heard. She was trying to come up a solution for the dire straits that had befallen her. Crouching on a low-hanging branch with a legion of dogs ready to snap at you with the slightest movement wasn't the best situation she had ever been in. This branch is horrendously unstable. A tame jubilance overcame Nala as she formulated a plan all at once. High risk with an even higher reward: freedom. She stood, careful to balance perfectly, and kicked her hind legs hard as she could. The branch collapsed a forced the sea of canines to part in an attempt to dodge the falling wood. Nala dug her claws into the bark and rocketed off, tearing away from the pack. From here, it was an endurance race to see who could run further: lioness, or hyena.
Again, certainly not Survival but the best I could put forth. It is purely coincidental than my two main stories regard surviving an unknown landscape.
This was inspired by another story, but I cannot for the life of me find it. The first chapter was, not the whole thing.
As evidenced by Gift and Survival, I'm just not great at writing Chapter Ones. My intros tend to be short, and I apologize for that. Hopefully this is the most thorough Chapter One I thrust before you, or at least that was my goal.