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((anyone mind if Koho joins Kiyowe and maybe accompany her into the squabble, and should I have Koho recognize Kiyowe since she is her foster mother?

Edit: Actually if mufasa could show up I would much like to have koho show that she is still alive and wishing to protect the young ones of the pride still if an audience with the king would be possible *nods*))

Dama continued to snarl softly, still not recognising the lioness for what she was. She didn't back down, nor did she stop glaring at the newcomer, despite the fact that Kitwana rudely stepped in front of her. Standing over the cub as best as her small body could, it was as if she was protecting it, despite the fact that she couldn't protect herself. However, she listened closely to the exchange between the strange violet eyed lioness and the one she'd come to consider her family, the only family she had. How strange it was to hear Kitwana saying such things, and to a stranger, as if he knew her... The gray juvenile glanced upon Kitwana's ragged brown pelt questioningly. What was the connection between these two? Why address her so politely when she defended one who constantly looked for ways to have them beat for the littlest things?

When Dama herself was addressed, she blinked a few times. Leaving the cub where it lay, she padded forward, her head down, ears pricked forward in curiosity. "Who are you?" The look upon the gray lioness's face was one of pure confusion. If this one didn't belong to any of the prides, then who was she and where did she come from? "What...do you mean, child of the Mists?" It never dawned on Dama that maybe this stranger could hold the key that held long since memories locked down deep inside. It never occured to Dama that maybe this lioness knew who she was, or who she belonged to.... All that came to Dama's mind was complete confusion. "I think you have me mixed up with someone else. And if you know of the Blood, then you know of their treatment of us. If you were so sorry for our...upbringing, as you call it, then maybe you should have done something about it." The child snorted and turned her back on the strange lioness. Weaving in her steps as she stormed back to the cub, Dama longed to be in the shelter already, curled up and drying off while waiting for the rains to stave off....

Zumaradi round a small stream and leaned over to get at the water. He gulped up the water and sighed as it cooled off his insides. After he got used to that sensation he dunked his head in the cool water. He knew it was kinda pointless but at least until the water dried.

'I'm hungry...but it is to hot to eat' he thought as he sat on the bank of the stream

((Koho can join Kiyowe if you want. She's kinda hiding right now, but she's gonna be discovered soon! As soon as I start writing. And yes, I suppose she should recognize Kiyowe. 3nodding

Kiyowe: I insist on being discovered! Find me! xp sweatdrop ))

There'd been plenty about cats, but no one ever said anything about curiousity killing the lion. And even if they did, Kiyowe wouldn't be one to listen to that advice. She wanted to know what they were talking about. Those strange lions that had appeared, and especially the one with the purple eyes. She tried to stretch her head closer, but the rain was too loud. She took a small step forward. Then another, and another. Most of her body was past the large rock now. She still couldn't hear them... One more step should do it. Too absorbed in trying to hear the other lions, Kiyowe didn't watch where she was going. She tripped over the edge of the rock and landed with a soft thud and a small squeak(Yes. She squeaked). A foot further than where she intended to be. She cursed herself inside for her carelessness and looked up. Oh no! Now they would definitely know she was there. Did... did they see her...?

Silently mulling the lioness' words for a moment, Kitwana's sneer turned icy, his gaze cold behind the polite facade. She does what she must? She apologises as if it were all her fault, then writes off the guilt with one sentence? The sufferings of slave after slave could be wiped away with a sentence? No. Forgiveness for anyone was out of the question. He would forgive none, care for none, need none. His freedom was all he needed, no other living beast would pierce that, his determination was set on this one. Disregarding the fact that he cared enough for the lives of others to regret their hardships as the mere weakness of his mind, a habit that could be broken, the lion repeated these thoughts to himself. He needed his freedom, and Mwezi's very presence threatened that. She was his former master, yet he was willing to keep her alive, and now this newcomer wanted him to treat her well? To forgive her?

Ignoring Dama's questions and the sounds of life now buzzing about, the adolescent, seething, stepped back from the still red femme.
"You ask too much. I will never forgive her or her family. They broke me, beat me, for pleasure. You are sorry? Then leave me to my solutions. I will not let her die, but I will not meet her commands. Do not apologise unless you care, and if you care, leave us to our misery, which you know nothing of."

:: Finishing his meal, He sat under the most shaded part of his large den. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep ::

((Hmmmm that is true.. Well she can hang around with Kiyowe and then later she will run into mufasa *plots*))

Nala bounds over to the entrance to the den and stares up at the dark sky, reflections of the rain drops shine in her eyes, as well as the bright flashes of lightning. Slowly inching forward she peers her head out, and the droplets of water bounce off of her fur, tickling her ears. Giggling she ventures the rest of the way out into the rain, splashing in a small pool of water on the rocks. Her steps more like joyous hops in the heavy rain.

((Crave. RP. *dies*))