Chapter 7

Kari stared blankly at the rocky wall. She couldn't understand it. Wasn't Scar there? How could both Mufasa and Simba be, well, gone? It didn't make sense.

Her pale ears rolled back against her head, a soft whimper escaping her mouth. Why did it hurt, to think about Simba? Again, why is she so confused about this? It's just Simba, sure she's supposed to feel sad but nothing to the point of her heart breaking.

Another whimper slipped past her furry lips. She whined and rubbed her head against her paws. Suddenly a pair of bigger paws appeared, pulling her closer to a larger and warmer body. Looking up, Kari whimpered to the face of her mother.

She hummed softly and rubbed the top of her head. She let out soft 'shhhh' as tears finally fell from the cub's face. Kari curled around and buried her face into her mother's shoulder.

Kari's mother's amber eyes narrowed at the bigger, black lion sitting on top of a rock. He let out a soft purr and licked his paw. Kari's mother's lips curled back as a sneer hissed its away out.

"Minoko," a soft voice called. Turning, Kari's mother watched another female lion came and sat down to her. Her orange eyes slipped down to Kari and back up to Minoko.

"Will she be alright?" the lioness asked in concern. Her fur blew in the wind as she glanced across the cave at Scar. Hyenas sat around him, hissing and giggling as another group of lionesses brought in tonight's food. "Intruders."

Minoko nodded in agreement. She hissed softly and looked over at the lioness. "I agree, they do not belong in here," she muttered with a firm and deadly voice before she turned her attention back to her cub.

"Yes, they do not. But what can we do? Scar is the king now and I'm too old. I am no longer Queen Uru. And I believe Queen Sarabi is in no state to go up against him." Uru sighed softly. She turned from Scar and let out a soft sound from the back of her throat.

Nala appeared at the foot of the cave. Her eyes scanned around the rocks before she rushed towards the lionesses. Her own ears were curled back. She was devastated when she heard that the King and Simba had been killed, but panic had quickly risen. Still, she could take comfort in her other friends.

Nala glanced at the king who had turned his deadly gaze onto her. Gulping, she bowed to show her respect. She ignored the cocky look in Scars eyes as he nodded and looked away with a smirk.

"Kari," she whispered, sneaking by the hyenas and quickly hid in Uru's paws. She peeked over Minoko's paws at the girl. "Kari," she called again, only this time she captured the attention of the young cub.

Kari looked up, her eyes questioning. Nala whined. "Kari. I can't find Baxter." She whimpered as Kari pouted and slipped out of her mother's paws, and stalked towards her friend. A frown slipped across her face. Baxter had gone to get Simba before Scar had given the bad news. She had figured he was back with his mother.

"I've asked his mother and sisters. They haven't seen him since this morning." Nala hiccupped; she was on the verge of crying. "I'm really worried."

Kari sniffed and wiped her eyes. She nibbled her lips and nodded her head to let the other now she'll help look for him.

Nala let out a soft yelp. She turned and leapt over Uru's paws with Kari quickly following.

"Be careful." Minoko whispered to her daughter. She nuzzled her nose against Kari's back. Kari looked back at her mother before leaping after Nala.

"Careful," Shenzi giggled, followed by Banzai. "You never now what's out there. It be dreadful if you two don't come back~"

Nala let out a soft sneer. She looked at Kari. "Don't listen to them, they're just wolves in sheep skins." She hissed before rubbing against the other's head. "Now let's find Baxter."

~#~#~

Buzzards circled the cub's body. One descended, peaking gently against one of the cubs before all followed.

Suddenly a small yellow meerkat riding on top of a large red warthog charged out. The two dove into the midst of the birds. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh! Get out! Get out! Get outta here! Whoo!" The meerkat yelled, leaping of the warthog, waving his paws around as the warthog charged at the birds, scaring them off. "I love it! Bowling for buzzards!"

The meerkat laughed. He nodded in agreement as he dusted himself off. "Gets 'em every time." He chuckled, he looks over at the warthog and noticed how he's frozen still. "Pumbaa? What's wrong?"

"Uh-oh. Hey Timon. You better come look. I think they're still alive," Pumbaa called, his voice hitched softly as he stared at the two small furry animals.

"Ewww…" Timon groaned, waving his hand in front of his face. He opens his eyes. He stared down at the two cubs, one paw over his face, while the other had both paws curled over his muzzle.

Pumbaa leaned forward and sniffed one. "All righty, what have we got here?" He tried to lift one of the cub's paws. He couldn't. He got under it and with a great push got it above his head. He gasped.

Timon looked down and cried, "Jeez, it's a lion!" He yelled and leapt onto Pumbaa's back. "Run, Pumbaa! Move it!"

Pumbaa whined and leaned back. He dug his hooves into the ground. "Hey, Timon. They're just small lions. Look at them, they're so cute, and all alone!" Pumbaa smiled, titling his head before gasped loudly "Can we keep 'em?"

Timon's eyes widened. He tugged on Pumbaa's ears. "Pumbaa, are you nuts? We're talking about lions. Lions eat guys like us."

"But they're so little," Pumbaa insisted softly. He leaned over the small cubs and used his tusks to lift them up, accidentally dumping Timon in the process.

Timon groaned and threw his arms into the air. "They're gonna get bigger," he cried loudly, making Pumbaa snort. "Maybe they'll be on our side."

"A-huh! That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe they'll b- " Timon growled before he trailed off. "...Hey, I got it! What if they're on our side? You know, having a pair lions around might not be such a bad idea."

Pumbaa gasped and looked at the Meerkat "So we keeping 'them?" He asked, like a child.

"Of course. Who's the brains in this outfit?"

"Uhhh…"

"My point exactly. Jeez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some shade."

~#~#~

Kari skidded up a rock, her soft amber eyes scanning the many different sides.

"See anything?" Nala called, looking down to the cub from her perch on a bigger rock. Hearing a soft snort, Nala whimpered and slipped over another rock "We have to keep looking."

Kari sighed and crept across more rocks, her eyes curled back as she came to a familiar rock with a tree growing behind it. More whimpers and whines escaped her mouth before Nala skidded up next to her. She scanned the rocks before whimpering and rubbing up against her friend "You know, no one blames you. So please stop blaming yourself…"

Nodding her head softly, Kari turned around and climbed up a small trail, Nala following. The two skipped and skidded over rocks. They jumped over fallen trees before both cubs skidded to a stop. Eye widened and heart dropping, they stopped. There in front of them was the corpse of their deceased king.

Whimpering, both cubs crouched down low. Kari slowly moved towards the lion, sniffing the ground. As she curled around to look at his face, her ears rolled back and she let out a whine to let Nala know that it was, in fact, King Mufasa.

Nala hiccupped and crept around the body to her friend, she whimpered as she saw his lifeless face. "Wait, where's Simba's b-b-body?" Nala peeped softly, scanning around the king, expecting to see the small furry body of their other friend.

"He's not here."

~#~#~

"Ewww, I'm wet!" A soft voice cried as more water was splashed onto him and his friend. He groaned and rubbed his face. He looked around and stared at the two animals in front of them.

Timon titled his head "You okay, kid?" he asked as the other cub pushed himself up and looked around, his ears curled back against his head. "I guess so."

Pumbaa smiled softly. "You nearly died," he said gently as Timon leapt onto his head. "But I saved you." Pumbaa rolled his eyes and snorted at the meerkat.

"Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little."

The smaller cub sighed and shook his head. "Thanks for your help," He said plainly and turned to head back into the desert. The other cub sighed and turned back to Timon and Pumbaa. "Thanks for the help."

"Hey, where you going?" Timon called, jumping in front of the slightly bigger cub, who shrugged and looked towards his friend who sighed softly. "Nowhere."

Timon pouted. "Gee. He looks blue," he mumbled softly as the bigger cub chuckled.

Pumbaa hummed and looked between the trio. "I'd say brownish-gold."

Timon sighed and slapped his face. "No, no, no, no. I mean he's depressed."

"Oh." Pumbaa trotted up to the smaller cub. "Hey kid, what's eatin' ya?"

Timon shook his head. He placed his hands onto his hips. "Nothing; he's at the top of the food chain! Ahhhhhhha ha haaa! The food cha-haain!" He burst into laughter, as Pumbaa and the cubs stared at him silently. "Ha ha hum... Ahem." Timon slowed to a silence as he realized his joke had flopped. "So, where you two from...?"

One cub opened his mouth to speak, but the smaller one beat him to it. "Who cares? I can't go back." He sighed as the other looked down.

Timon grins up at them. "Ahhhh. You guys are outcasts! That's great, so are we."

Pumbaa glanced towards the cub. He rolled his eyes at his friend and snorted loudly. "What'cha do, kid?"

The slightly bigger cub looked towards his friend, who whimpered and shuddered. "Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it," he whispered.

Timon nodded with a wide grin "Good. We don't wanna hear about it."

Pumbaa sighed and looked down at the animals. "Come on, Timon." He pouted and looked towards the cubs. "Anything we can do?"

"Not unless you can change the past."

Pumbaa smiled sadly at him. "You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says, 'You got to put your behind in your past...'"

"No. No. No." Timon groaned, waving his hands around. "Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself," he said, before turning to looking at the cubs. "It's 'you got to put your past behind you.' Look, kids. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?"

"Right."

Timon nodded and poked the cubs' noses. "Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world."

"Well, that's not what I was taught."

Timon smirked and shook his head. "Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Hakuna Matata."