Disclaimer: Do you think I own the Lion King? If so, you are dumb 'cause I do not.
Sora nuzzled up with Simba, licking his cheek, just before Mufasa called his son. Simba stood up, nuzzled Sora then walked of, smiling widely.
Nala looked at the brown lioness cub sitting near the waterhole and gulped, ready to go talk to Sora. She gently walked, her paws shuffling in the dirt. When she reached Sora, she said to the other cub, "Can I talk to you?"
"Fine," Sora sighed, flicking her tail. "What about, Nala?"
"Sora...please, do you know how much Simba means to me? He's my best friend, and I don't want you taking him away from me."
Sora smirked. "He's mine, so don't dare forget that."
Nala glared at the lioness, then continued. "Sora...please. Simba has always been there for me and your taking him away! Please Sora, let me spend time with him!"
Sora shook her head. "What did I tell you? Simba's my lion. Not yours. Leave us alone, will you pinky?"
Nala slunk back. Because of her being smaller then the other cubs, Sora nicknamed her pinky.
"Fine!" Nala yelled.
"Wait until I'm his mate." Sora sneered.
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Simba returned to see Sora asleep...and nuzzled into another lion cub. The cub was called Oumaru, Simba's most hated enemy. He hid in a near by bush and watched as Sora and Oumaru woke up, nuzzled, licked, and whispered to each other.
Simba ran off.
And while he did, he thought of one girl. Not Sora.
Nala.
