I do not own any lion king characters except OC"s.
The warm African sun sent its first glistening rays of sunlight over the pridelands. By the first few rays of the sun, a small figure could be seen making his way over to a huge rock that was jutting out into the skyline, pride rock. Waiting for him at the foot of pride rock was a young lioness with startling blue eyes and a reddish pelt. "Hurry Kusaida hurry! It's nearly time!" the young lioness scampered down the rock to meet the old mandrill as she called. "ooh, how ma great fada Rafiki did dis everyday I don't tink ill never know!" Kusaida chuckled to himself. "come on come on come on!" came an impatient young voice. " hush now shauka. Dee great circle of life will not bee hurried. Tis upto de great kings if I should bee fast or (pause) slow! Heh heh!"
"kings schmings!" muttered Shauka. "hey! I heard dat! Go on, get outa heea! I'll be dea in a minute!" yelled Kusaida. Shauka scampered off to tell the rest of the pride that the shaman was nearly here. A half roar, half scream was emitted from a cave on the side of the main den. " oh dea, yuu had betta hurry up dea old Kusaida," the wise old shaman muttered. Kusaida walked into the birthing cave to find the light gold queen Kisiwa surrounded by Peponi who was the King, usafi and wema who were the queens best friends and her daughter, Shauka. " Okay okay, yuu can stay but stand well back. Over dea," said Kusaida, pointing over to a corner of the cave near the entrance. Kisiwa groaned again, Peponi flinched and started to go back to stand by his love. "No no! Queen Kisiwa need her space now your majastee." "Im fine Peponi" murmed the queen. Peponi sighed and resumed his anxious pacing
Two stressful hours later the screaming stopped. A tiny cub with a light golden pelt had been born. Kisiwa weakly lifted her head to lick her cub clean. "Peponi, come and meet your son." Kisiwa said faintly. "I got a brother? Oh right!" jubilated Shauka "Shauka," cautioned her father. "Oh Peponi, relax. She's just happy!" laughed Kisiwa more strongly. Peponi chuckled. Yes, his daughter had never been one for holding back. He looked down at his newborn son. His dark reddish face glowed with happiness. His warm amber eyes shined with love. "He is beautiful."