Hello, I'm new to fanfiction but have been reading for awhile. I have OCs but no story yet so Guardiansaint gave me permission to re-write one of their stories, Behind These Broken Wings.

There will be combine of our OCs, even the ones that belongs to readers from the origianl. Though, some old OCs may have a apperance change.

Also like in the original I will be aging the characters by human age. Now here's the first chapter of Behind These Broken Wings.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a few OCs. Everything else belongs to Guardiansaint, a few readers who will get their shout out when their Oc makes a apperance and Walt Disney.

"Be careful, Asteria."

A eight year old light beige lioness cub closed her purple eyes as she followed her mother and a twenty year old greyish-tan lioness across a narrow path-way.

Asteria was already afraid of heights and now she had to cross a dangerous path-way. With one wrong step she could end up tumbling down the side of the mountain and into the raging river below.

"Move faster would you." the greyish-tan lioness sneered. "We don't have all year."

Gier, wasn't apart of their former pride. She was a agressive rogue who they had the misfortune of meeting. Her mother, Jua asked her to join them on their quest to find another pride.

For Asteria, she knew something was off with the skinny greyish-tan lioness and she doesn't mean how underweight she was.

Gier had a bad vibe about her and young Asteria tried her hardest to keep her distance. Asteria moved her pale colored-paw forward to scream when some of the rocks began to fall.

"Mom!" Asteria cried out, tears steaming down her fluffy cheeks.

The pale beige lioness quickly turned around as her purple eyes widen in fear. "Asteria!"

Asteria tried to back up but everything began to crumble under her, sending Asteria tumbling down the mountain before landing in the wild river with a small splash.

"Asteria!" Jua roared before she quickly climbed to the other side of the narrow path-way.

Gier walked by the weeping mother and headed down a deep slope. "The closest bank is in the kingdom through this valley. Hopefully your cub will turn up there."

Jua nodded, realising that she really didn't have much of a choice. She took a deep breath before following the greyish-tan lioness, praying that her daughter would be okay.

BTBW

A twenty one year old reddish-brown lion walked through the vast savannahs of his home. His black mane blew in the morning breeze. His bright green eyes was on his path ahead but his mind was elsewhere.

Soon his brother will be king and he'll be stuck as a servant, the leader of the lion guard. To protect the circle of life and defend the Pridelands. When in reality, it should be him that get the throne. Mufasa didn't even want the throne but of course the golden child gets everything he wanted.

The reddish-brown lion was so much in his mind he wasn't paying attention to where his paws was going.

Soon the second born prince found himself at the river of the south border. He closed his green eyes as he felt the pain resurface after all this is where everything came crumbling down. He and his brother was on patrol with their father Ahadi, when him and Mufasa got into another fight.

All the years of being in the golden one shadow blew up and he took his anger out on his brother after all, his father only care about the first one, the first born, his heir as him the second prince was just the runt who shouldn't been alive in the first place and was no more than a spare that wasn't needed.

The fight ended up with him pouncing on Mufasa which led to Mufasa bumping into their father sending the dark gold king over the side of the gorge.

Forgetting about unfair his father has been to him, he rushed over to lean over the edge and tried to save the distressed king. But he wasn't strong enough. The weak pathetic brute wasn't strong enough and he is the one to live with their failure.

The reddish-brown lion now realised that he walked to the bank of the river that took his father away. As he looked into the clear water he saw a pink scar across his left eye. A permanent reminder of that tragic day.

Since then he no longer went by the name of Prince Taka, but as Scar for the forever mark he will have.

He sighed heavily before looking up from his reflection, he squinted as he caught sight of something unusual up ahead. Looking around, Scar walked into the calm river to the source of his interest.

What he eventually saw made him stop short with his right front paw hovering out of the shallow end of the river. Scar turned and snapped his eyes tight as he opened his tan muzzle and roared.