Author's Note:ThatTexasKid; Yeah rogues but you will be surprised who they are.
Fangirl Fluffy; There will be more moments like that to come.
Asaf; I'm glad you liked little Mheetu. Hal looks like a male version of Nala with a light cream fur, light blue eyes and a light brown mane.
TMNTMentalistTLK lover; The twins will be important later. As for the rogues you would be surprised.
Before I start...do you think I should bring Mheetu and Kopa back? Let me know. Now without further ado here's chapter four.
Simba and Kovu raced across the kingdom, their blood pumping, ready for a fight. When the king and prince consort got to the borders they were greeted by a group of lions and lionesses, two lions and two lions. By the looks of it they had three small cubs with them. Simba relaxed a but didn't let his graud down. But before he could speak a pale orange lion smiled lightly before stepping forward.
"Simba...I can't believe you're actually alive."
Kovu looked at Simba in confusion as Hal ran over. The light cream lion looked at his step-father with concern.
"Is everything alright?"
The golden lion never took his orange eyes off the pale orange lion and his group. "Who are you? And why have you come to my kingdom?"
The pale orange lion pinned his ears and sighed. "You may not remember me but we're were friends before you're pronounced death."
Simba slowly tour his gaze from the unknown lion and shared a look with the two younger lions with him. Before looking back at the pale orange lion and looked him over. The unknown lion was quite ripped to be asking for help but he dismissed it and moved on to his mane. The lion's black mane crowned his head nicely and it covered most of his ears. Simba' s eyes widened in recognition as he starred into the lion's golden eyes.
"Malka?"
The pale orange lion smiled lightly. "I'm glad you remember."
Hal loosened up, he remembered Malka. He was like a uncle to him. Unlike...the light cream lion growled when his light blue eyes landed on a dull brown lion.
"Chumvi!"
The dull brown lion sighed before walking forward and stopping by Malka's side. "I was an asshole. I know...I have now seen my father's awful ways and come to ask my brother for forgiveness."
Simba lowered his head and sighed. "We have somethings to tell you. But you should rest first and we'll talk about that after you tell me about your pride's problem."
Malka nodded in understanding. "Before we go let me introduce you to my pride...if you remember?"
Simba looked from Malka and to the pale orange lion's small pride. He started with the rusty brown lioness standing behind Malka with a small pale golden cub with small black tuffs on it's ears. Then he moved to the last member to see a light brown lioness with two small cubs by her paws. He recognized the two lionesses as Jasiri and Kula. Simba turned his attention back to his friend.
"I do. We can catch up later. In the meantime you and your pride should rest."
Malka nodded before turning and picking up the pale golden cub as Chumvi and Kula picked up a rusty brown cub had a light golden cub before following the three pridelanders.
-TOAAII-
Simba watched his pride mingle with the former mountain pride. At that he looked at Malka and motion for the older lion to follow. Malka nuzzled his mate before following the Pride Lands king. The sun was setting by now but the beautiful scenery would have to wait.
"Simba I'm going to get to the point. My pride need a place to stay. Our land was burned down...we we're the only survivors."
Simba felt sorry for his friends but their wasn't much they can do. Only when a pride can seek refugee if they have a bethrole arrangement. Simba's eyes brightened when he came to a conclusion.
"I think I'm able to help but I have to talk to Justin and Talia."
Malka understood but he had to know what his friend had in mind. "Do I need to do anything?"
Simba scratched the back of his head with a small grin. "The laws state that the only way for you and your pride to stay is if we bethrole our cubs."
Malka thought about it and realized that the cubs were their only choice. Malka took a deep breath and was about to give his answer when a loud, angered roar was heard.