I own only Jahina (Swahili for 'bold').
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Mufasa and Simba made their way towards the main cave. They'd made a quick but thorough check of elsewhere on Pride Rock, but Scar didn't appear to have gone into hiding, so now they were checking the more obvious places.
Just as Simba and Mufasa reached the main cave, a cub emerged. The cub, which looked about a year old, was thin, with a dusty, greyish-tan pelt and just the beginnings of a black mane. Cub and lions stared at each other for a moment, then the cub disappeared back into the cave. They'd only got a few more paces, when a lioness emerged, and asked suspiciously, "who are you?"
Neither Mufasa nor Simba replied, and instead, moved to ensure that escaping from the cave would be difficult. "Well," said the lioness, after a few moments, slightly more panicked and angry this time, "who are you, what are you doing here?"
"We're looking for Scar," Mufasa replied.
"My mate, why," the lioness asked, " who are you?"
"I'm Mufasa," Mufasa replied.
"M-mu-mufasa," the lioness, asked, shocked, "but it can't...you died..." She then turned back into the cave, and there was a quiet conversation.
"Scar," Mufasa, "if you're in there, come out now."
The conversations from inside the cave got slightly louder, and slightly more urgent. Mufasa was getting impatient, but he was also loath to force his way in, he was only after Scar at the moment, not the lioness or the cub.
The matter was settled, though, a few moments later, when the lioness emerged from the cave, with Scar, who was attempting to be inconspicuous, but was nevertheless, in evidence. "Well, brother," Scar said, "it looks as though you win again." Then he sneered a bit, and continued, "of course, you always were the winner, weren't you?"
"And what is that supposed to mean," Mufasa growled.
Scar's sneer was replaced by puzzlement for a moment, but returned. "Tell me," he said, "did father ever break a promise to you?"
"Father 'never' broke a promise," Mufasa growled, "and you know it."
Scar snorted, and said, "then you obviously didn't know as much as you thought."
"Father never broke a promise," Mufasa repeated.
"To you, noo," Scar said, "delayed a few times, but not often broken." He sighed theatrically, then went on, "of course, I was different, I can name you several promises he broke, including one the day I got this," and he indicated his scar.
"That scar was your own doing," Mufasa said, coldly.
"Oh, no doubt," Scar replied, then his voice went cold, "but cast your memory back, brother, to that morning, and you may remember that father did 'indeed' break a promise, not only to me, but also to you."
Mufasa tried to remember the morning, and though he wasn't certain Scar was wrong, he didn't believe he was right. He paused a moment, then decided a change of topic would be good. "How did you do it," he asked.
"How did I do what," Scar asked, feigning ignorance?
"Don't mess me around, Scar," Mufasa growled, not believing Scar's act for a moment, "how did you set up the stampede?"
"I," Scar asked, feigning injured innocence, "what makes you think 'I' had anything to do with it?"
"A wildebeest stampede is rare," Mufasa replied, half growling, "and, of course, it was so, 'convenient', for you."
"I still can't see how you go..." Scar began.
"Scar," Mufasa roared.
Scar sighed, then said, "oh, very well, yes, I 'did' organise the stampede."
Both Zira's and Simba's eyes went wide at this revelation.
Zira was the first to get over the shock enough to speak, though she just barely did. "S-scar," the said, turning to him, "what, what are you saying, are you telling me you...?"
"You organised the stampede," Simba hissed, "you..." whatever else he was going to say was cut off, as the rest of the Pride arrived, headed by Sarabi and Nala.
Nala immediately rushed over to Simba, as Sarabi did to Mufasa, while the rest of the pride fanned out around the mouth of the cave, all except one lioness, Jahina.
On sighting Scar, Jahina came forward to about the same distance as Mufasa and Simba, and glared at him. "Well, Scar," She said, after a moment, ignoring the sudden attention she was getting from the rest of the pride, "it looks like it's the end for you, 'father'." The last word, so filled, as it was, with disgust, sent whispers and rumours throughout the pride.
"But..." said Zira, the firs of the Pride who felt compelled to speak, "father, but that means..." She turned to Scar, and asked, faintly accusingly, "you had another mate, before me?"
"Another mate," Jahina asked, then chuckled, "oh no, why have a mate, when you can 'force' a lioness?"
"Force," Zira asked, horrified, then turned back to Scar, "Scar, is it true, did you 'force' a lioness."
For a few moments, Scar considered lying, denying the act, but it only took one glance at Jahina to let him know what would happen if he tried. He glanced around the assembled group for a few moments, then, deciding that he couldn't put it off any longer, replied quietly, "yes, I did force a lioness, but"
"You forced a lioness," Zira said, the anger in her voice growing as she spoke, "you forced a lioness, and you organised the stampede." The statement set off another round of whispers. "And to think," she went on, "I once trusted you, once loved you."
"Bu..." Scar began, but it was already too late, as Zira retreated into the cave. Suddenly at a loss, for almost the first time in his life, Scar turned back to the rest of the pride, who were now looking somewhat angrier than they had been when they arrived.
Suddenly, something inside Scar snapped under the strain. He rushed forward, whacked Simba so hard the younger lion, taken unexpected, actually stumbled, then brushed aside a pair of lionesses, and ran, headed further up Pride Rock.
The shock of the pride at Scar's sudden action was such, that they were too stunned to follow for a moment. Within moments, though, Jahina was following him, as were Simba and Mufasa. Sarabi was about to follow as well, when a slight noise from the cave piqued her curiosity.
Approaching the cave, Sarabi saw Nala doing likewise, but she was the only one, the rest of the pride, a little unsure of what to do now, had begun to socialise again. Ignoring them, the two lioness continued until they could see what was going on in the cave. They were a little taken aback to see Zira sobbing over an empty ribcage, and being comforted by Zazu, who was sitting on top of the same ribcage.
After watching for a moment, Sarabi nudged Nala, and when she was sure she had the younger lioness's attention, nodded towards the cave mouth.
Nala looked at Sarabi, and nodded, then followed the queen out of the cave, leaving Zira alone to grieve.
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