This ended up taking longer than it was supposed to, but now I have the next several scenes planned out. Given current world events, I should have plenty of time to work on these over the next several weeks. Stay safe everyone!
Chapter 3: Simba and Nala's Prideland Adventures
Part 2: Early Morning Pounce
Simba let out a loud yawn as he and Nala playfully bound from the den and into the cool morning air. The bright African sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon, and its golden rays cast long shadows across the Pride Lands. “Hey, Nala! Watch this!” Simba abruptly lunged at the young lioness in an attempt to push her onto her side, but Nala was ready and easily deflected the cub’s pounce with her paw. The cream-colored cub then followed through, taking advantage of Simba’s momentum to push him onto his back where she gracefully pinned him to the ground.
“Nice try!” Nala smirked as she slowly released her hold on the prince’s shoulders and stepped off to the side. “Face it, Simba, you’ll never be able to pin me!”
“We’ll see about that,” Simba huffed. “I’ll get you next time!” After pulling himself back to his feet, the young lion cast a glance back towards the dark den. There was no sign of movement, and only a gentle snoring wafted from the cave. The rest of the pride would be sleeping for a while longer, leaving the two cubs alone on the precipice of Pride Rock to plan their day of adventure without fear of being overheard.
“Alright, Simba,” Nala smiled mischievously as she sat down next to the golden-brown cub and looked out over the valley below. “So what’s the big plan for today? I was thinking we could have a race across the gorge, or maybe go chase a zebra and try to get it to run over Zazu.”
Simba laughed as he envisioned Nala’s plan, but the longer he thought about the idea, the more his smile faded into a frown. “I don’t know…” The young prince sighed as he found his mind turning to the elephant graveyard and the events that had nearly gotten them both killed just a few days earlier. Ever since that day, Simba had found himself thinking about things that he had never considered before. Things such as his and Nala’s safety. Their budding relationship had been growing at a rapid pace, and the golden-brown cub found himself torn between his desire for adventure his fear of endangering his best friend. What would he do if something happened to her? Finally, it seemed as though the fear won. Shaking his head, Simba timidly replied, "I don't know, Nala. Why don't we, uh, hang out around the water hole today?" Simba did his best to make the suggestion sound exciting, but even he wasn't convinced.
"The water hole? Simba, the water hole's boring! There's nothing to do around there."
"We could go swimming," the cub countered.
Nala scoffed, "What's so exciting about swimming in water only a few feet deep?"
Simba scratched his head. He was clearly losing this battle. "There could be crocodiles in it?"
Nala looked down from Pride Rock at the zebras and antelopes peacefully drinking near the water's edge. Somehow, she wasn't impressed. "Come on, Simba! Let's do something fun, like climb a tree or... I know! Let's go check out that jungle we found last week! We can leave as soon as the adults all go off on the hunt!"
"I don't know Nala. It could be –” Simba looked up to find his friend was already heading back into the den, her mind made up. "Hey, wait for me!" The cub jogged after the girl as a small smile spread on his face. This was the kind of adventure he had truly wanted, and since it was Nala's idea, at least some of the responsibility was on her this time. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. They could go on an adventure without getting into trouble, right?
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18 Mar 2020 05:41 CET
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