(AN: Thanks to everyone that reviewed! I will try and update at least once a week. The more reviews, the faster i will update.)

BTW I don't own the Lion King, just my OC.


"You will stay here," said Mufasa in a voice that left no room for hesitation, "I will not allow a cub to wander around alone." He then came up and nuzzled the side of my face. "Do not fear young one, you will be well cared for."

I looked at him in shock. No one had ever been so caring towards me, not even my own mother. The kindest thing she had ever said to me was, "We are sending you to boarding school." After getting lost in my thoughts I noticed that Rafiki was gone and Mufasa was standing at the opening of the cave.

"Come," he said while waiting for me to catch up to him before exiting the cave.

As the two of us descended from Pride Rock, I noticed how small I was. This might have something to do with how small I was as a human. At twelve years old I was short being only four foot six inches tall. Every lion and lioness that I have encountered has been bigger than me.

"Dad who is this," Asked a cub that was also bigger than me "and what happened to the girl from before?

"Simba, this is Naomi. She will be staying with us," said Mufasa, "Naomi this is Simba, my son." Mufasa lest the two of us, and went to one of the lionesses and rubbed against her affectionately. She must be his mate. After saying something to her the two lions came over to us.

"My name is Sarabi," said the beautiful lioness, "Mufasa has asked me to teach you the ways of our people."


Mufasa, grabbed Simba by the scruff of his neck and began to carry him away, back up pride rock; while Sarabi did the same for me, taking me out onto the plains towards the watering hole. Once we reached the watering hole, Sarabi placed me on the ground. Looking around I became nervous. I was all alone in the middle of nowhere with a lioness that I have just met. Is she going to throw me in the watering hole? I cannot swim.

"Do not fear young one," said Sarabi, "I'm not going to hurt you. Mufasa wanted me to teach you how to be a lion." Sarabi then crouched low to the ground and pounced high into the air, over me, and onto a small lizard that was scampering beside me. "I will teach you how to pounce, how to hunt, and how to engage with the other lionesses."

Looking up at her in awe, there was nothing that I could do besides nod my head. Sarabi then began teaching me the proper way to pounce. To say that this was an easy feat would be a lie. Maybe if I had started out as a lion and knew how to better walk around on four legs instead of two, it would have been easier.

"Crouch low," began Sarabi as she mimicked the very commands that she was giving, "all the way to the ground. Keep your breathing steady. That way your prey will not be able to hear you. Keep your focus on your prey, and do not get distracted. Move forwards slowly, make sure that you are quiet that means not to step on any twigs or knock over any rocks. Then, once you feel comfortable…Pounce."

After practicing a few times next to Sarabi, she asked, "Do you feel ready to try this on your own?" Looking up at her nervously I shook my head no. "Do not worry I am just going to watch you try this time."

Sarabi nudged me forwards using her nose, causing me to fall forward into the grass. Looking back at Sarabi, I saw her smile and nod her head in an attempt to give me confidence. All I needed to do was remember what Sarabi taught me. Crouch low. I remembered as I sunk my body down onto the ground. Breathe steady. I began to slow down and quiet my breathing, still staying low to the ground. Keep focus on your prey. I focused on the tiny bird that had just landed in my path. Move forwards, be quiet, and don't trip. Moving steadily forwards, trying my best to avoid all twigs and rocks in my way, I got into position behind the bird. Then pounce! As soon as I began to spring forwards the bird looked back at me and flew away, allowing me to land in the empty spot that once held the bird.

I sat there glaring at the spot I had just landed in with a pout on my face. I did not catch the bird. What did I do wrong?

Sarabi came up behind me and licked my cheek affectionately, "You have done well on your first try. We will try again tomorrow. But for now let me teach you more about being a lioness."

Looking up with a shocked face at the affection I had just been shown. It had been quite a long time since anyone had shown me anything close to what I had just received. How can someone that has just met me show such kindness? I wondered.

I spent quite a lot of the day learning from Sarabi. I was told how it was the job of the lionesses to do the hunting and bring the food home, while Mufasa and his son Simba (the only two male lions in the pride) spent their time protecting the pride and keeping the kingdom in order. Sarabi also introduced me to the other lionesses. Sarafina was the nicest of the new faces that I was introduced to. I also met her daughter Nala, who was my age.


Later on in the day, after the lionesses had returned from their hunt, dinner was served. Mufasa was the first to go to the wildebeest and take his portion. After he moved away to eat, Sarabi and Sarafina grabbed portions for each of the cubs (Simba, Nala, and I). As the food was placed in front of us, Simba and Nala dove straight in and began to devour their portions. I on the other hand was a bit nervous about eating raw meat. As a human, I knew that eating too much raw meat or if food was not cooked all the way I could get sick. Watching the other lions tear into their food, made me more and more hungry. It had been a long day, and I had not had much food in my system, besides part of the fruit Rafiki had given me. I had no choice but to try and eat the food that was placed in front of me. The first bite was defiantly something that I will never forget. Taste of fresh flesh and blood was something that as a human I would be disgusted by; but as a lion it was the best thing ever. After I had finished my fill, Simba came over to me.

"Where," began Simba as he looked close at me noticing the strange coloring of my tail fur, "did you come from?"

Looking slightly up at him for he was a little bit bigger than me I replied, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Well Nala and I are going to go exploring. Would you like to come?"


After it began getting dark, Sarabi and the other lionesses called for us to come inside the den for bed. When Sarabi and Sarafina got a good look at us they grabbed us by the scruff of our necks and brought us into the den. Sarabi dropped both Simba and I in front of her.

"What did you do today;" asked Sarabi, "roll around in the dirt?"

Simba looked frightened and attempted to dart away quickly. He did not get far as Sarabi held him under her paw as she began to lick her son clean. Simba struggled under his mother's paw trying as hard as possible to get away from the bath that he was being forced into.

"Mom," whined Simba, "let me go. I am clean enough."

Watching him struggle and complain caused me to laugh. The more he struggled the harder I laughed until I was laying out on the floor. Upon noticing my laughter Simba seemed to put up more of a fight. Soon his mom finished cleaning him and he scrambled away quickly. While still recovering from my laughter I did not notice that it was my turn. Sarabi quickly grabbed me with her paw and began the same cleaning process that she had just done to Simba. Upon noticing this, my body froze. Why is Sarabi cleaning me? Can't I just go take a real bath, not a tongue bath? After Simba escaped his mother and readjusted his fur he turned around wondering why my laughter had stopped. Upon seeing me and the look on my face of ultimate displeasure, Simba fell into his own bought of laughter.

Once Sarabi, finished cleaning me, she removed her paw from my back. I noticed that Simba was still laughing. In an attempt to get him to stop, I ran over to him and bumped him into him with my head. Simba stopped laughing and looked at me in shock. Apparently Nala has never been physical with him before. Well he better get used to it, because I am not going to baby him because he is a prince. Simba then bumped me back with a smile on his face.

Mufasa entered the den and crossed in front of Simba and I, and over to Sarabi. After taking his place beside his mate, Mufasa let out a quieter roar letting everyone know that it is time to sleep. Simba then bounded over to his mother, curling up in side. I stayed in my place, wondering how I was going to be able to get comfortable on the floor.

"Naomi," called Mufasa, "come here."

Getting up with my head down, I slowly crossed the den until I reached Mufasa. I looked up at his large form, finding his smiling face. With a paw he pushed me into his fur allowing me to get comfortable, before we settled in for the night.