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A lioness. She was staring up at a lioness that wasn't trying to attack or eat her, something must'ave been very wrong.
The first thing May had done when she realized her position was let out a horrible screeching caterwaul. There was a giant female lion hovering right over her for crying out loud!
The noise seemed to startle the lioness but instead of trying to attack May like she had thought would happen the peach colored female started nudging, sniffing and licking her, as if looking for an injury or trying to comfort her.
When May had finally run out of breath (which there wasn't much of with her tiny lungs) she looked around her at where she had been staying for the last little while, and noticed a large male lion looking over at them seeming to decide it was safe to come over now.
While May was a wolf lover, she could appreciate the beauty and strength this lion seemed to carry around him, like an aura. This male was large, towering over the female and her and had a full, thick mane of fur around his head, neck and chest. However, what really caught her attention was that his fur was white.
The two adult lions nuzzled each other, purring while May just lay there admiring the male's fur when he turned his gaze onto her and a little bundle of fur next to her.
Now that May's eyes had opened she could make out the tawny fur of a cub right next to her, and glanced down at herself.
She had paws, she had paws. That was the first thing she noticed, and as she flexed them some small needle like claws came out but the weirdest part for her was not feeling any thumbs. The little fur she could make out on her was a pale cream/white color which must have meant…
Oh no. I'm a lion, I've died and been reborn or something as a lion, and a white one at that!
Contrary to popular belief, white lions were possible in the wild. Tawny females and males could carry the dormant genes and so could their tawny cubs, but it takes two parents with the rare gene to produce white cubs, though they usually don't make it through adolescence. After all on the plains a white cub was easy to spot by both prey and other predators.
The large male nuzzled the little scrap of fur next to her, the little cub letting out a squeak while he purred and turned his attention to her once again.
May had unconsciously tensed up when he leaned over her but when he started nuzzling her, the reaction was automatic; she immediately relaxed at the touch as a tiny purr rose from her throat in response.
As the male nuzzled the female, seeming like they were talking to each other, she was left a little confused and tired. All the excitement of opening her eyes and finally being able to see had worn her tiny frame out but her mind was still trying to figure out what had just happened.
I'm a lion. I've died and become a lion, now what am I going to do? I can't hunt, or fight, or eat raw meat! Maybe this isn't real and it's all just a hallucination?
But it certainly felt real, all the new sights and sounds and even smells. She was pretty sure she couldn't ever smell this well, after she had worked at the zoo for so long with all the different animals she had pretty much been desensitized to most smells, or so she had thought.
May let out a tiny yawn, one last thought running through her mind before she finally succumbed to sleep;
What am I going to do now?
Sorry for another short chapter, I'll try and make the next one longer for you! :D
Note: Just in case anyone asks, no she has not been born to Simba's pride, but she will get there eventually ;)
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