Chapter 12: Simba's return
Scar stood dumbfounded for a while. He stared at his friends, whom he had known since they were cubs. "How, uh" but he found he couldn't quite get it out. He took a deep breath and then said, "How do you know?" Zira casually walked up to him, rubbed affectionately against him, "We only did it about a week ago, I figured out I was pregnant just three days ago. I wouldn't know that fast." Scar nodded, it made sense.
Howler was still hanging his head. Scar shrugged and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Yes, I like that idea. The cub will have your brains and Howler's strength all rolled into one. With the right training he will be a tremendous King. Perhaps it is better that Howler is the father instead of me." Zira looked up at her mate and then back at Howler.
Howler was a little shocked, but he just shook his head. "If you say so man." He said. "If you say so,"
Sarabi loped toward Rafiki's tree. Her heart raced at the thought of seeing little Kitoko again. She felt confident and happy because of the cub. Once she was in range, Sarabi gave two good leaps and she was in the tree. She sniffed for Rafiki and seeing that he was still gone worried her. Where was he anyway? Sarabi shrugged and walked over to Kitoko.
The cub was curled up into a ball sleeping peacefully. She smiled and licked the cub's forehead. Kitoko remained still. Sarabi sat and watched her. It was then she noticed the other marking Kitoko had. Other than the markings on her forehead and arms, on each shoulder was a paw- print. Sarabi cocked her head. What was the meaning of all these markings? Sarabi wondered, but shook her head and decided maybe Rafiki would know.
Sarabi put her head on the top of the hole and began to hum. After a while the cub awoke and yawned. Sarabi smiled. Through heavy eyes Kitoko looked up at her mother and then smiled and squeaked with joy. Sarabi smiled again and then lifted Kitoko out of the hole and gently sat her on the ground and fed her.
Once Kitoko was done she was sleepy once again. Sarabi sighed. She hated to put Kitoko back in the hole, but it was the only way to keep Kitoko alive. Sarabi slowly lifted Kitoko up and put her back in. She then smiled as Kitoko curled up into a ball once more and fell asleep. "That's my little one," Sarabi said.
Dusk would fall soon. Sarabi climbed down out of the tree and slowly began to make her way back.
"SAARRAAABBII!" Scar shouted at the top of his lungs. Sarabi cringed at first, but then remembered. Howler was never there at night anymore. He always left to go do something, god only knew what. Feeling ever more confident Sarabi walked down the line of Hyenas, feeling the hiss of their breath or hearing the snap of their jaws as they teased her. This did not bother her.
Kitoko had given her confidence. She felt defiant, renewed. Kitoko needed her. Sarabi pulled herself up to the top of pride rock and faced her king. "Yes Scar?" she inquired casually, as though he had never done anything to her. Scar was mad, that much she could tell.
"Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their jobs!" Scar stated with the utmost disgust in his tone. Sarabi wanted to shrug, instead she answered casually, "Scar there is no more food, the herds have moved on." Scar had been pacing, now he turned, growling back at her, "No, you're just not looking hard enough!"
"It's over, there's nothing left. We have only one choice, we must leave pride rock!" Sarabi stated, knowing it was the only way. She felt overcome by some unknown force. "We're not going anywhere," Scar growled.
Sarabi gasped and glared at him. "Then you have sentenced us to death!" she yelled. Scar scowled. "So be it," he replied. Sarabi's eyes grew wide as she said, "You can't do that," Scar sat in a kingly state as he said, "I am the King, I can do whatever I want," Something overtook Sarabi then. She knew it was wrong to say the forbidden word, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
"If you were half the king Mufasa was you-"It was then that Scar smacked Sarabi square in the cheek as he said, "I'm ten times the king Mufasa was!" Sarabi lay unconscious. "Mufasa? NO you're dead!" Scar said, cringing as he watched the golden lion rush down to Sarabi.
The lion glared at Scar as he nuzzled Sarabi. Sarabi slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the lion. "Mufasa?" her voice was barely a whisper. "No, it's me," the lion said. It took only a moment for Sarabi to realize whom the lion was. "Simba? But how can that be?" She wondered aloud. The happiness swelled inside her. Simba smiled down at her. "It doesn't matter, I'm home."
Ta-Da what do you all think? I might have gotten a line messed up back there; it's been a while since I watched the lion king. Anyway hope you liked it, leave a review!
Scar stood dumbfounded for a while. He stared at his friends, whom he had known since they were cubs. "How, uh" but he found he couldn't quite get it out. He took a deep breath and then said, "How do you know?" Zira casually walked up to him, rubbed affectionately against him, "We only did it about a week ago, I figured out I was pregnant just three days ago. I wouldn't know that fast." Scar nodded, it made sense.
Howler was still hanging his head. Scar shrugged and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Yes, I like that idea. The cub will have your brains and Howler's strength all rolled into one. With the right training he will be a tremendous King. Perhaps it is better that Howler is the father instead of me." Zira looked up at her mate and then back at Howler.
Howler was a little shocked, but he just shook his head. "If you say so man." He said. "If you say so,"
Sarabi loped toward Rafiki's tree. Her heart raced at the thought of seeing little Kitoko again. She felt confident and happy because of the cub. Once she was in range, Sarabi gave two good leaps and she was in the tree. She sniffed for Rafiki and seeing that he was still gone worried her. Where was he anyway? Sarabi shrugged and walked over to Kitoko.
The cub was curled up into a ball sleeping peacefully. She smiled and licked the cub's forehead. Kitoko remained still. Sarabi sat and watched her. It was then she noticed the other marking Kitoko had. Other than the markings on her forehead and arms, on each shoulder was a paw- print. Sarabi cocked her head. What was the meaning of all these markings? Sarabi wondered, but shook her head and decided maybe Rafiki would know.
Sarabi put her head on the top of the hole and began to hum. After a while the cub awoke and yawned. Sarabi smiled. Through heavy eyes Kitoko looked up at her mother and then smiled and squeaked with joy. Sarabi smiled again and then lifted Kitoko out of the hole and gently sat her on the ground and fed her.
Once Kitoko was done she was sleepy once again. Sarabi sighed. She hated to put Kitoko back in the hole, but it was the only way to keep Kitoko alive. Sarabi slowly lifted Kitoko up and put her back in. She then smiled as Kitoko curled up into a ball once more and fell asleep. "That's my little one," Sarabi said.
Dusk would fall soon. Sarabi climbed down out of the tree and slowly began to make her way back.
"SAARRAAABBII!" Scar shouted at the top of his lungs. Sarabi cringed at first, but then remembered. Howler was never there at night anymore. He always left to go do something, god only knew what. Feeling ever more confident Sarabi walked down the line of Hyenas, feeling the hiss of their breath or hearing the snap of their jaws as they teased her. This did not bother her.
Kitoko had given her confidence. She felt defiant, renewed. Kitoko needed her. Sarabi pulled herself up to the top of pride rock and faced her king. "Yes Scar?" she inquired casually, as though he had never done anything to her. Scar was mad, that much she could tell.
"Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their jobs!" Scar stated with the utmost disgust in his tone. Sarabi wanted to shrug, instead she answered casually, "Scar there is no more food, the herds have moved on." Scar had been pacing, now he turned, growling back at her, "No, you're just not looking hard enough!"
"It's over, there's nothing left. We have only one choice, we must leave pride rock!" Sarabi stated, knowing it was the only way. She felt overcome by some unknown force. "We're not going anywhere," Scar growled.
Sarabi gasped and glared at him. "Then you have sentenced us to death!" she yelled. Scar scowled. "So be it," he replied. Sarabi's eyes grew wide as she said, "You can't do that," Scar sat in a kingly state as he said, "I am the King, I can do whatever I want," Something overtook Sarabi then. She knew it was wrong to say the forbidden word, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
"If you were half the king Mufasa was you-"It was then that Scar smacked Sarabi square in the cheek as he said, "I'm ten times the king Mufasa was!" Sarabi lay unconscious. "Mufasa? NO you're dead!" Scar said, cringing as he watched the golden lion rush down to Sarabi.
The lion glared at Scar as he nuzzled Sarabi. Sarabi slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the lion. "Mufasa?" her voice was barely a whisper. "No, it's me," the lion said. It took only a moment for Sarabi to realize whom the lion was. "Simba? But how can that be?" She wondered aloud. The happiness swelled inside her. Simba smiled down at her. "It doesn't matter, I'm home."
Ta-Da what do you all think? I might have gotten a line messed up back there; it's been a while since I watched the lion king. Anyway hope you liked it, leave a review!