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A month later, I had two more cubs. They were both little boys. I was alone when I had them, so I chose their names.
Hodari and little Taka were twins. Both were light brown in color. There were very few differences between the two. Taka was slightly larger than Hodari, and while Hodari's eyes were blue green, Taka's eyes were a blue-violet color. The other difference was that Hodari was older than Taka.
Scar had taken fully to his task of training. He quickly trained them better than I could have. Imara and Jaali had become very skilled hunters. They were better hunters than I could have taught them to be.
I had trained them, yes, but Scar had perfected their skills. They were the two best hunters I had ever thought my own offspring could be. I was thrilled.
When Scar returned with Jaali and Imara, they found me with young Taka and Hodari. They had brought a young antelope for me. I was in the den, trying to keep my youngest sons warm, as it was quite cool in the shade.
Scar was thrilled when he saw his baby sons. He was taking to his fathering role so well that it surprised me. He was a good father, like none would know him to be, except for us.
Scar had a pride of his own, one that had chosen to be with him. One that didn't become his when Mufasa died and Simba ran off in guilt. Scar had rid me of Mufasa, who had caused me so much pain. Now, I just had to rid myself of Sarabi. Jaali could kill Simba and Imara could kill Nala. My plan was perfect. Now I had Taka and Hodari to help finish the lionesses who did not obey.
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A year later. Scar had trained Imara and Jaali so well. Imara and Jaali had in turn taught Taka and Hodari, who's skills were then perfected by Scar. Each cub I had worked together in perfect harmony. Scar and I had acheived perfection, even after having to undo damage like that caused of
I was very happy. Since Hodari and Taka were born, I had had another son. I named him Maanisha. He was light gold in color, with a light brown tuft of fur on his head. Scar had told me that he reminded him greatly of Mufasa as a cub, or what he would have immagined his father to look like as a cub.
Jaali's mane was getting fuller each day. It wasn't very thick just yet, but it was spreading all over his chest and his neck like a true mane should. Taka and Hodari's tufts were beginning to spread down their necks.
Scar and I had been able to undo all of the hate that Simba and Nala had put into Imara and Jaali about Scar. They now hated Simba and Nala. We had allowed them to have their own feelings about Simba and Nala, but they chose to hate them alongside Scar and I.
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