Post by SimbasMate on Feb 8, 2010 9:48:57 GMT -5
This is a fan fiction I am currently writing for school. I have yet to finish it. ^^ Just thought I'd share it with you guys.
Simba pushed Kovu playfully off of him, as Kovu growled playfully. It was a hot and cloudless day in the African pridelands. Kovu and Simba were best friends, despite that Kovu was an outlander.
Simba grinned at Kovu.
"Pinned ya, Kovu! Told ya I'm better!" Simba said, as he gave Kovu a smug look, getting off him gently. Kovu rolled his eyes at Simba's brag. He knew that he was stronger than Simba! Kovu jumped on Simba, and missed. Growling in frustration, he gave up. Maybe he wasn't. Kovu sighed.
"Okay Simba, you win this time! Like I said, you may be a bit stronger than me, but I will still be a better future king!" Kovu bragged at Simba.
The cubbies were always fighting on who would be a better King of the pridelands. Simba knew that his father would never allow an outlander to become King.
One day when Simba finally became king, he would change this. He wanted his friend to have a chance to become the king. Simba growled again teasingly.
"Hmm, not the way I see it!" Simba jumped on Kovu again, pinning him once again.
Kovu pushed him off, reluctantly, and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Simba."
After a while of playing, Kovu relised his own hunger. He was starving! His stomach rumbled viciously. A good hunt would sound good right about now. Kovu turned to Simba.
"Are you hungry? I am. Would you like to go for a hunt, Simba? We can catch the fattest wildebeast out there!" Kovu shouted excitedly. Simba jumping back at Kovu's shout, laughed a little.
"Sure I'm hungry! We can go in the greenest feilds, I saw a fat wildebeast there earlier today, when my dad was showing me the kingdom." Kovu smacked his muzzle, with his flat pink, wet tounge.
"Sounds good, Simba! Let's go!" Kovu lepet off infront of Simba, his tuft dark brown in the sun, getting messed up from his jumping. Simba followed Kovu carefully, jumping as well.
The two laughed and jumped until they reached the goruge. The wildebeast were grazing peacefully in the green lush field, above the dried up river. Simba stopped in his tracks, a few feet away from the grazing creatures. Kovu, almost bumping into Simba, yelled a little, startled. Simba glared at Kovu.
"Shh! We mustn't make any noise, or these fat smelly cows will go running on us, and we won't get anything to eat!" Simba whispered, annoyed.
Kovu bent his ears down, in guilt. The two cubs sat, and stared at the wildebeast in awe. There were so many of them! Most of them had a tawny fur color, and black skinny stripes on their backs. Suddenly Simba nudged Kovu with his paw, moving his head towards a fat wildebeast, grazing in the grass, slugishly.
"That's the little bugger I saw earlier!" Simba whispered to his friend, who was distracted by another prey. Kovu turned to Simba, snapping out of his daze in the sick wildebeast he had his eyes on, and then looks at what Simba was glancing at.
"Whoa.." Kovu said, his breath was almost tooken away by the wildebeast's size. It was huge! Fat all over it, and he bet if he bit into it, it would taste like nothing they had in the outlands. Kovu loosing his mind, charged, when Simab quickly stuck out his hind leg, tripping Kovu and making him fall on his tummy. Kovu landed with a oof!
"Simba! What the heak was that for?! It hurt!" Kovu scowled at Simba.
"Shut your trap, Kovu. We can't make ANY noise, or this baby will hear us, and run away.
Obviously we are too slow to chase after her. So we must stand guard for a while, until we can really start our hun, so keep still." Simba told Kovu, eyes still on the wildebeast. The wildebeast, dumb, that the two cubs were only a few feet away from him, coninued to eat
the lush grass, chewing it slowly. Simba then looked back at Kovu.
"It's clear, we can now start our hunt!" Simba backed up a little, putting his rear end high in the air, with a smug look on his face, he jumped on the wildebeast, knocking it down to it's side. The wildebeast made a grunting noise, as Simba bit into it's neak.
Kovu watched carefully, not moving at all. How disgusted he was! Simba was actually bting it! Kovu was never taught to hunt in his life. In a few minutes time, Simba had the wildebeast dead, and down. Simba, getting off the wildebeast, with his blood stained teeth, he looked at Kovu, curiously. Kovu drooped his head down in shame.
"Why didn't you help me?" Simba asked, throwing Kovu a glare. Kovu backed off a little. He could tell that Simba was mad, just by the look in his eyes. He wished he could of helped, be he didn't know how to hunt!
"I.. I don't know how to hunt.." Kovu choked out, his throat all of a suddenly dry. Simba raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean you don't know how to hunt? Weren't you taught, when you were younger?"
Simba was very confused. How could a lion, and as tough as Kovu, not know how to hunt! That is the number one rule you have to teach your kid, when they are young. Even Simba knew that. Kovu looked up at Simba, tearing up a little. How could he explain to Simba, that all his mother taugth him, was to hate?
"Uh.. exactly what I mean. I don't know how. My mother and father never taught me. All they taught me was how to hate and kill other lions, so I don't know how, I'm sorry, Simba!" Simba gave Kovu a grin. He didn't care that Kovu couldn't hunt. He would still be his friend no matter what!
"It's OK, Kovu. I don't mind! You know that is pretty cool, because now I can teach you how to hunt!" Kovu looked at his friend in surprise.
"Really?" He got up on all his fours, a big smiled pasted across his face. How happy he was! He was so lucky to have a friend, like Simba. Simba smiled back at Kovu.
"Sure! We start tomorrow!" Simba looked up at the now starry sky. He felt the cool night breeze against his furry face. It was now night, and he thought that both of them should be heading home soon. Simba looked up at the sky.
"Kovu, want to know, what my father told me?" Kovu looked over at his friend, stargazing. He sat himself next to his buddy.
"Sure." Kovu replied, looking up at the stars as well.
"He said, all the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us." Simba stated, lost in the stars. Kovu sighed, and looked down at his paws, then at the stars again.
This saying, reminded him of his so called father. Scar wasn't even his father. But he is still.. part of him. Kovu sighed again, this time in relief of the cool breeze that ran by the two smoothly, and quietly. Where was his father, he hadn't even met him. He then looked at Simba, now laying down, on his back, his paws layed on his fuzzy chest, as he looked up at the stars, smiling to himself, and mumbling the constilations that he knew, his tail flicking gently in the grass. Kovu then rememered what Zira, his mother had said to him. "You were born to kill, not love. Your reason here, is to kill Mufasa. So your father can become king. Don't think about loving anyone, don't think about having any friends, you were born just to kill Mufasa. You are nothing to me, but my own personal killer." Kovu shuddered, as a cold feeling crawled down his spine. Replaying those words in his head, made him shiver. He thought of the reason why he was Simba's "friend" in the first place.
He replayed the cold words of his mother's stone cold voice, despite the cold shivering feeling. "The closer you get to Simba, the closer you get to.. Mufasa!" Kovu felt tears filling up his eyes, but he blinked them back. He looked at Simba, who was now slubering peacefully in the soft dewy grass. Simba really thought he was his friend.
How could he ever do this? Simba would get so mad at him. Probably never even forgive him.
To Be Continued
One Secret, Two Buddies
Chapter One
Chapter One
About:
The main plot of my story is that, Simba doesn't know something about his friend Kovu. His little buddy has a secret, that his reason was to be born, was to kill Simba's father. Kovu isn't sure wether or not to tell Simba, for he doesn't trust anything, he doesn't want Mufasa or Simba to know.
The main conflict of my story is that Simba knows that Kovu is keeeping a secret from him, but he isn't sure he wants to know or not. Simba tries to get it out of Kovu, by asking him everyday. Mufasa knows the secret, nor does he or Kovu want Simba to know.
When Simba finally finds out Kovu's secret, he is very angry with him, and does not want to be around Kovu anymore. Simba also makes a plot with his uncle Scar, to kill Kovu. Scar isn't really Kovu's father, he just took him in for Zira's sake.(Zira is Scar's mate, by thw way).
Kovu gets very depressed, because Simba now hates him, he regrets even telling Simba. Simba gets Scar to kill Mufasa. Simba kills Scar, becomes King, and Kovu goes missing.
The main conflict of my story is that Simba knows that Kovu is keeeping a secret from him, but he isn't sure he wants to know or not. Simba tries to get it out of Kovu, by asking him everyday. Mufasa knows the secret, nor does he or Kovu want Simba to know.
When Simba finally finds out Kovu's secret, he is very angry with him, and does not want to be around Kovu anymore. Simba also makes a plot with his uncle Scar, to kill Kovu. Scar isn't really Kovu's father, he just took him in for Zira's sake.(Zira is Scar's mate, by thw way).
Kovu gets very depressed, because Simba now hates him, he regrets even telling Simba. Simba gets Scar to kill Mufasa. Simba kills Scar, becomes King, and Kovu goes missing.
Simba pushed Kovu playfully off of him, as Kovu growled playfully. It was a hot and cloudless day in the African pridelands. Kovu and Simba were best friends, despite that Kovu was an outlander.
Simba grinned at Kovu.
"Pinned ya, Kovu! Told ya I'm better!" Simba said, as he gave Kovu a smug look, getting off him gently. Kovu rolled his eyes at Simba's brag. He knew that he was stronger than Simba! Kovu jumped on Simba, and missed. Growling in frustration, he gave up. Maybe he wasn't. Kovu sighed.
"Okay Simba, you win this time! Like I said, you may be a bit stronger than me, but I will still be a better future king!" Kovu bragged at Simba.
The cubbies were always fighting on who would be a better King of the pridelands. Simba knew that his father would never allow an outlander to become King.
One day when Simba finally became king, he would change this. He wanted his friend to have a chance to become the king. Simba growled again teasingly.
"Hmm, not the way I see it!" Simba jumped on Kovu again, pinning him once again.
Kovu pushed him off, reluctantly, and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Simba."
After a while of playing, Kovu relised his own hunger. He was starving! His stomach rumbled viciously. A good hunt would sound good right about now. Kovu turned to Simba.
"Are you hungry? I am. Would you like to go for a hunt, Simba? We can catch the fattest wildebeast out there!" Kovu shouted excitedly. Simba jumping back at Kovu's shout, laughed a little.
"Sure I'm hungry! We can go in the greenest feilds, I saw a fat wildebeast there earlier today, when my dad was showing me the kingdom." Kovu smacked his muzzle, with his flat pink, wet tounge.
"Sounds good, Simba! Let's go!" Kovu lepet off infront of Simba, his tuft dark brown in the sun, getting messed up from his jumping. Simba followed Kovu carefully, jumping as well.
The two laughed and jumped until they reached the goruge. The wildebeast were grazing peacefully in the green lush field, above the dried up river. Simba stopped in his tracks, a few feet away from the grazing creatures. Kovu, almost bumping into Simba, yelled a little, startled. Simba glared at Kovu.
"Shh! We mustn't make any noise, or these fat smelly cows will go running on us, and we won't get anything to eat!" Simba whispered, annoyed.
Kovu bent his ears down, in guilt. The two cubs sat, and stared at the wildebeast in awe. There were so many of them! Most of them had a tawny fur color, and black skinny stripes on their backs. Suddenly Simba nudged Kovu with his paw, moving his head towards a fat wildebeast, grazing in the grass, slugishly.
"That's the little bugger I saw earlier!" Simba whispered to his friend, who was distracted by another prey. Kovu turned to Simba, snapping out of his daze in the sick wildebeast he had his eyes on, and then looks at what Simba was glancing at.
"Whoa.." Kovu said, his breath was almost tooken away by the wildebeast's size. It was huge! Fat all over it, and he bet if he bit into it, it would taste like nothing they had in the outlands. Kovu loosing his mind, charged, when Simab quickly stuck out his hind leg, tripping Kovu and making him fall on his tummy. Kovu landed with a oof!
"Simba! What the heak was that for?! It hurt!" Kovu scowled at Simba.
"Shut your trap, Kovu. We can't make ANY noise, or this baby will hear us, and run away.
Obviously we are too slow to chase after her. So we must stand guard for a while, until we can really start our hun, so keep still." Simba told Kovu, eyes still on the wildebeast. The wildebeast, dumb, that the two cubs were only a few feet away from him, coninued to eat
the lush grass, chewing it slowly. Simba then looked back at Kovu.
"It's clear, we can now start our hunt!" Simba backed up a little, putting his rear end high in the air, with a smug look on his face, he jumped on the wildebeast, knocking it down to it's side. The wildebeast made a grunting noise, as Simba bit into it's neak.
Kovu watched carefully, not moving at all. How disgusted he was! Simba was actually bting it! Kovu was never taught to hunt in his life. In a few minutes time, Simba had the wildebeast dead, and down. Simba, getting off the wildebeast, with his blood stained teeth, he looked at Kovu, curiously. Kovu drooped his head down in shame.
"Why didn't you help me?" Simba asked, throwing Kovu a glare. Kovu backed off a little. He could tell that Simba was mad, just by the look in his eyes. He wished he could of helped, be he didn't know how to hunt!
"I.. I don't know how to hunt.." Kovu choked out, his throat all of a suddenly dry. Simba raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean you don't know how to hunt? Weren't you taught, when you were younger?"
Simba was very confused. How could a lion, and as tough as Kovu, not know how to hunt! That is the number one rule you have to teach your kid, when they are young. Even Simba knew that. Kovu looked up at Simba, tearing up a little. How could he explain to Simba, that all his mother taugth him, was to hate?
"Uh.. exactly what I mean. I don't know how. My mother and father never taught me. All they taught me was how to hate and kill other lions, so I don't know how, I'm sorry, Simba!" Simba gave Kovu a grin. He didn't care that Kovu couldn't hunt. He would still be his friend no matter what!
"It's OK, Kovu. I don't mind! You know that is pretty cool, because now I can teach you how to hunt!" Kovu looked at his friend in surprise.
"Really?" He got up on all his fours, a big smiled pasted across his face. How happy he was! He was so lucky to have a friend, like Simba. Simba smiled back at Kovu.
"Sure! We start tomorrow!" Simba looked up at the now starry sky. He felt the cool night breeze against his furry face. It was now night, and he thought that both of them should be heading home soon. Simba looked up at the sky.
"Kovu, want to know, what my father told me?" Kovu looked over at his friend, stargazing. He sat himself next to his buddy.
"Sure." Kovu replied, looking up at the stars as well.
"He said, all the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us." Simba stated, lost in the stars. Kovu sighed, and looked down at his paws, then at the stars again.
This saying, reminded him of his so called father. Scar wasn't even his father. But he is still.. part of him. Kovu sighed again, this time in relief of the cool breeze that ran by the two smoothly, and quietly. Where was his father, he hadn't even met him. He then looked at Simba, now laying down, on his back, his paws layed on his fuzzy chest, as he looked up at the stars, smiling to himself, and mumbling the constilations that he knew, his tail flicking gently in the grass. Kovu then rememered what Zira, his mother had said to him. "You were born to kill, not love. Your reason here, is to kill Mufasa. So your father can become king. Don't think about loving anyone, don't think about having any friends, you were born just to kill Mufasa. You are nothing to me, but my own personal killer." Kovu shuddered, as a cold feeling crawled down his spine. Replaying those words in his head, made him shiver. He thought of the reason why he was Simba's "friend" in the first place.
He replayed the cold words of his mother's stone cold voice, despite the cold shivering feeling. "The closer you get to Simba, the closer you get to.. Mufasa!" Kovu felt tears filling up his eyes, but he blinked them back. He looked at Simba, who was now slubering peacefully in the soft dewy grass. Simba really thought he was his friend.
How could he ever do this? Simba would get so mad at him. Probably never even forgive him.
To Be Continued
