Name: Ubora

Meaning: Superiority and excellence

Age: Varies

Gender: Male

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Siblings: None

Mate: Uhuru

Cubs: None for now

Likes: His mate, living free from worries and a sense of peace

Dislikes: Violence, silence and fear

Pelt: Light cream

Eyes: Light purple

Mane/tail: Light brown

Distinguishing Features: Hair tuft and two colours in his ears

Personality: Fun, loving, caring, but can be a bit of a show-off!

Relation to the Lion King: His mate is Kopa, Vitani, Kovu and Kiara’s granddaughter

Ubora was born far away in the grasslands and was raised by parents who didn’t really care for him. They had no rules for him so he would wander off all the time. One time, he got lost. He never found his parents again.

He taught himself to hunt small animals and to scavenge a little bit, but he enjoyed his freedom.

As a teen, Ubora noticed a dark golden lioness in the distance when he was walking in the grasslands. The lioness froze and Ubora noticed she was alone and decided to make a move on her. He stuck out his chest to show off his tuft of mane.

“Hey.” He said. “I’m Ubora!”

The lioness didn’t reply, but then she said. “I’m Uhuru.”

“Uhuru..? That’s a beautiful name! Where do you come from? I live by myself, living my own life free from parents and siblings!”

“I live with hyenas. I have never met a lion before.”

Ubora took a step back. “Never seen a lion? I’m so sorry; I’ve probably given you an awful shock!”

Uhuru blushed – she quite liked this new lion. “It’s okay.”

There was silence for a few moments as the two lions stared at each other.

“Could I come with you?” asked Uhuru.

“Most definitely!” replied Ubora, with a little bow.

Ubora and Uhuru were the perfect match. Ubora taught Uhuru how to hunt rather than scavenge and Uhuru opened up about her thoughts and feelings about her past and her childhood memories.

Ubora told Uhuru that she should go and find her family and that he’d support her all the way through.

They went from pride to pride, grassland to grassland trying to find Uhuru’s family. Then, one day, they were sheltering in a cave when Ubora noticed it was painted with lots of stories. Uhuru was astonished as right in the centre of a wall was a painting of a family of lions and one of the cubs looked exactly like her.

“Ubora.” She whispered. “It’s me!”

Together they were so excited that they ran right up to the pride that owned the land.

Uhuru walked right into Pride Rock and saw a lioness with the exact colours of the other cub in the picture. This lioness noticed the new comers and gasped.

“Kuibiwa!” she shouted.

“Woah!” exclaimed Uhuru. “I’m Uhuru, not Kuibiwa!”

“Uhuru? That’s not right! You look exactly like my sister that was taken, but she was called Kuibiwa!”

“I was taken, but I’ve been called Uhuru all my life. You’re my sister?”

The other lioness nodded. “I’m Amani!”

The two lionesses embraced each other whilst the lions acknowledged each other, both with tears in their eyes as they see their mates suddenly filled with such happiness.

Uhuru and Ubora remained in the Pridelands for the rest of their lives.

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