Zira growled. She was certain that the stampede would have killed the cub, but the hornbill had to ruin her plans. The cub was harder to kill than Kopa, but Kion was the leader of the lion guard after all. Zira thought back on what she did to kill Kopa. Ah, she had attacked him when he was alone and then pushed him in a rushing river drowning him. Zira smiled wickedly "This is for you Scar!"


It had been days since the gorge accident and Simba had become a little over protective of Kion. The day after the stampede Simba was with his son every second of the day, but as the week went by Kion was allowed to leave Pride Rock by himself. (Making him a perfect target for Zira). Kion did what he normally did, practicing pouncing on smaller animals. Zira thought it was a perfect time to kill the prince. The

lioness hid in the grass. Creeping closer and closer behind the cub. Kion's head shot up, hearing something. Turning around he came face to face with Zira. The lioness raised her paw, almost hitting Kion. The cub ducked before turning the other way running. Zira was on his tail she ran after the cub who was not as fast. Kion tripped over a rock and went flying in the air. He would have fell in the rushing river if he wouldn't have sinked his claws on the small cliff. Zira slowly approached him, smiling wickedly. With a swift move Zira pushed Kion in the river and was swept away by the current. "No!" A voice shouted. Zira turned to see the queen and king of the pride lands in tears.

It was like Kopa's death all over again. Simba growled, lounging at Zira. He would have attacked her but he was stopped by Nala. "Simba lets go." Nala said with tears. It took Simba a long second but he turned around on his way to pride rock to tell the horrible news. The death of the leader of the lion guard.


A rouge teenage lion with blue eyes and a half a black mane snuck up on his prey. He normally caught something but today wasn't one of his lucky hunting days. He had been hunting for two hours straight not catching anything. The lion sighed as he got closer and closer and CLOSER... He pounced on the zebra biting it on the neck killing it instantly. The lion put the body on his back making his way to the river. All that hunting had made him thirsty. As he drank something in the river caught his eye. He squinted not knowing what it was. The lion got closer to it and discovered it was a lion cub. What was a lion cub doing out here? As far as he knew he was the only lion in the area. No matter where the cub came from, he couldn't let the poor thing die. The rouge bent down and picked the cub up in his mouth. He felt like he knew the cub but he hadn't talked to any other lions in years. What was so familiar about this cub?


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