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The Pride Land Chronicles Chapter 4Mufasa and Taka grew more as each day went by, as did their knowledge of the Pride Lands and its laws. Ahadi knew the time was coming when he would have to pick one of them to follow in his paw prints, he'd been putting it off for so long and now his cubs were nearing their teenage years. He had to make a decision and he knew it had to be soon.
"Are you okay?" He heard Uru ask as she sat down next to him at the edge of Pride Rock.
"Yes, Uru. I'm just thinking about our sons." He said with a sigh.
"About which will be your heir?" She guessed as she glanced back to the cave. The sun was only just beginning to rise; the cubs still had a while before they would wake up.
"How did you know?" He asked with a thoughtful frown.
"Since Taka wandered off from you that night when you were talking about the Great Kings you've been looking at them both differently; like you're analysing them." She said in a worried tone.
"How do I pick one of them? It's unhealthy to be faced with choices like this
The Pride Land Chronicles Chapter 2The time passed quickly and Uru soon became a young lioness, she learned very quickly and fast became the leader of the hunting parties. Mohatu was very proud of his daughter and knew she would make an excellent queen. Ahadi on the other hand became a strong male lion and the bachelor of choice for most of the lionesses in the pride, but he already had his eye on someone. Ahadi watched as Uru lead the rest of the lionesses off to hunt for the pride, his tail flicking anxiously as he considered a way to tell her about his feelings for her.
"What's wrong, Ahadi?" Mohatu asked as he walked up to the younger male. He noticed Ahadi was nearly his height now and had become a much stronger lion than when they had met.
"Oh, it's nothing." He said with a friendly smile to the king.
"They'll be back soon." He said with a knowing smile as he began walking over to the waterhole. Ahadi was dumfounded for a moment before he realised the king was smart enough to see the signs of his crush on Uru.
The Pride Land Chronicles Chapter 1The savannah seemed too quiet for Mohatu's liking; he couldn't shake this bad feeling hanging over him. Mohatu was the wise ruler of the Pride Lands, taking after his father. He had a dark brown mane and a burnt golden coat of fur, looking much like his father other than his brown eyes. He was thus far the best king the Pride Lands had ever had; he made sure to keep an eye on supplies so they were never low, became friends with all of the animals in his kingdom and enforced the circle of life so that nothing creature would end up struggling to survive. The Pride Lands had never had so much life in them as when they were under Mohatu's rule. He surveyed his territory from the top of Pride Rock, nothing appeared to be wrong at all, but something still seemed wrong to him.
"I have to go." He said to his pride as he descended from the top of the large rock. A few of them nodded in response, the rest continued to daze in the midday sun. He soon found his way onto the plains and began walkin
The Pride Land Chronicles Chapter 3Mohatu soon began taking Ahadi on walks to teach him the ways of the Pride Lands and the great circle of life seeing as he knew this young lion would be the next king. Ahadi and Uru's relationship blossomed and she soon fell pregnant with two cubs which made all of the lions in the pride rejoice as this meant the next monarch was to be born soon. They thought since Mohatu had made such a great ruler, his grandchild would as well. Around the same time many other lionesses fell pregnant, two of which being Athena and Safura. Mohatu's reign seemed to bring so much life and prosperity to the Pride Lands.
Uru soon gave birth to her two male cubs; the first had Uru's dark pelt but Ahadi's black mane colour in the small tuft of fur on his head, this young cub was called Taka, the second had Ahadi's pelt colour but had seemed to inherit Mohatu's dark brown mane, this one was called Mufasa. Taka seemed to be a fair bit smaller than Mufasa, but their parents loved them both just as m
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This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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