A Story of a Life

by Aarkwing

The story of Arkwing and how she came to be who she is. From birth Arkwing was diffrent. Her mother died giving birth to her. This story was inspired by the lion king but dosnt really make a refrence towards it just to let you know.

1. Chapter 1

The frost moon lit up the night sky above as Whisp padded away from her pride. She turned her head around and took one last look at the pride she had called home for so many years. The lions were clustered around the pines in groups. It was the time of tongues, when they shared stories. Whisp turned back to the path thinking that in a few months the stories could very well be about her. She had done a good job concealing her pregnancy these last few months, or so she thought. Warm tears were beginning to stream down her face as she entered a clearing where a big black lion sat. One word rang through her mind 'Mrengo'. She crept up behind him, trying not to make a noise on the crunchy snow. She sank her head into his thick mane, startling him.

"Whisp? Why did you try and hide our cub from me?" His velvety voice began to soothe her somewhat. "The signs clearly stated that you were pregnant. Eating and sleeping more, hunting less. How long did you think you could keep it from me?" Whisp began to say something but the tears picked up even faster than before.

Her voice quivered as she spoke."I…I didn't want to hurt you.

Mrengo looked puzzled at the least."Why do you think the thought of having cubs would hurt me?" he questioned.

Whisp began to reply slowly."Not the thought of a cub, the thought of losing me. When I was younger my mother told me I could never have cubs. My hips are too small and my death or the cubs would surely come by the birth." Whisp's face was now sodden with tears. The look of pained realization crossed Mrengo's face. He snuggled closer to Whisp cherishing one of their last moments.

Several hours into the morning of the next day Mrengo sat alone in a cave with a white cub, his daughter and his wife's body. The cub mewled pitifully as it searched for milk that would never come. Being so grief stricken, Mrengo didn't pick up the scent of an approaching lioness. She entered the cave and roused Mrengo out of his state of grief. She picked the hungry cub up and motioned for Mrengo to follow. Not until they were at the pines did Mrengo realize that the lioness was the birthing guide for the Northern White pride. While Mrengo hung back realizing this, arrangements were made in the birthing den. One of the mothers would be taking the cub in. She would live.