The three lionesses approached the king.
"King Mufasa, may I introduce... Mari." said Tsiku as she bowed.
"Welcome to the Pride, Mari. I saw a new cub playing with Simba and the others, she must have been your cub." Mufasa smiled.
"Thank you, her name is Tama and she's really excited!" Mari smiled back. She thought the king would be strict and serious. But King Mufasa was a great king, kind, worrying and generous.
"Alright, then. Have you seen Sarabi?"
"She's just gone on the hunt with the rest. Why?" Tsiku asked.
"I just wanted to know who was watching Simba."
"We are." Sarafina chimed in. "Don't worry, Muffy! Everything is fine. And no waterhole trips for today! Maybe tomorrow."
"Waterhole?" Mari tilted her head.
"Oh, yes! It's where all the cubs love to play. It's like a big river where you can swim, hunt, drink.. it's very cool!" Tsiku said.
"I might take Tama with you guys tomorrow. What do you say?" asked Mari as Mufasa walked away.
"Perfect!" yelled Sarafina. "We'll take Sarabi and Simba, too."
"Well, I guess Tojo can go for a swim. I'll ask if I can take Kula and Chumvi. It doesn't seem fair for them to stay behind." Tsiku rolled her eyes playfully.
The cubs were all bouncing around, playing tag and laughing.
"Wanna get a drink with me, Tama?" asked Nala, licking her beige coat.
"Sure. I sure am thirsty!"
"Hey! Wait up!" Yelled Simba, following them with Kula, Chumvi and Tojo. "We wanna go to the waterhole, too!"
"Oh, we're not going to the waterhole. Mom says I can't. We're just going to the creak," replied Nala.
"That sucks! I'm going to the waterhole! C'mon, Tojo, Chumvi and Kula!" Simba frowned, walking the opposite way.
"No, Simba. I'm going with Nala and Tama." said Kula, running off after her best friends.
"Ugh! That just leaves us boys then." Chumvi giggled. "Let's have a mud fight!"
"Yeah! We don't need those girls!" Simba scoffed. Tojo stayed quiet. He wouldn't speak bad to the girls, even if it meant leaving his friends.
"Um.. guys? I think I'm gonna head home, now. It's kind of late... it's almost sunset." said Tojo, knowing if he went to the waterhole, he would be in trouble.
"No! You stay with us!" Chumvi yelled at Tojo.
"No, I'm going home. We're gonna get in trouble, and ... and you know it!" Tojo was the youngest of the boys and he very rarely disobeyed his mother, Tsiku.
"Fine, squirt! You can go! We're gonna have a mud fight, and we'll be back before the adults can even find out." Simba laughed and ran off.
The girls were heading home, too. Tojo was heading home on his own, afraid of what might attack him. But nothing did.
Next chapter will be here soon! Please review! Thanks for reading.
My theory was that Tojo was that Tojo was the youngest out of the three boys, the same age as Tama which was why Mari and Tsiku bethrolled them.
Tsiku and Mari are my characters, thanks for reading! Bye!