waterhole?"

"What's a waterhole?" asked Kopa. After his new friend had explained, he agreed (even though he was confused) and was about to bound after Nuka when he heard a yell from behind him.

"KOPA!!!" yelled Timone and ran to snatch Kopa up. "We're so glad you're ok little guy!" Kopa looked, and saw that Nuka had vanished. He opened his mouth to tell Timone about his new friend...

"Timone! I met someone called Nuka, he's really cool and...."

"Who?" Kopa didn't feel Timone's body tense. "Oh, I get it, your making up a joke, aren't you? Well it won't fool us! You were really just lazing about waiting for us to catch you up! Well, you must be tired, time to go home for your afternoon nap little guy!" Kopa sighed in frustration. There was no way Timone would listen to him now.

"I'm not....sleepy..." Kopa mumbled, his eyelids closing. He didn't hear Timone and Pumbaa mumbling frantically in the background.

"NO! We can't tell Simba! Think how he'll react! We'd be doomed! No, let's just pretend it all NEVER happened, Pumbaa. Play things safely."

Nuka was wandering slowly back home. He smiled to himself, he had found a friend! Lucky I managed to get away from Them in time though, he thought. He sighed, he might not get to see Kopa again. He wondered about telling his mum, and then decided against it. She had become increasingly scary and unsettled recently. She had said that soon he was going to start something called...'training'....

t her for ages, and that was a major blow to the plan. She sighed at the unluckiness of it. It was her against the world, it seemed.

That night Simba lay next to Nala, who was holding the Kopa in her paws. He wrapped his paws around hers and felt the warmth coming from the tiny life inside. He smiled to himslef, there wasn't a father who was prouder than he was that night.

 

" Can't catch me!" Kopa yelled as he bounded in between the bushes. He laughed to himself. He loved to run away from his babysitters, knowing that they wouldn't even get close to the end of his tail.

"Oh...yes...we.....will..." Pumbaa panted as he trotted clumsily after the cub. He'd never thought loking after one royal cub would be such hard work! Simba had said not to let him stray beyond the grounds aound Pride Rock, and although Kopa was small and young, he was getting more brave and inquisitive by the day. He often bombarded Timone, Pumbaa, Rafiki (when he visited) and Zazu with all sorts of questions that they couldn't even think about answering, like: why is the sky blue? Why do butterflies have colourful wings? Why is the sun warm? Why is Timone so grumpy in the morning?, e.t.c., e.t.c. To be honest, they were both tired out already. He saw Kopa ahead of him, a few metres away, looking smug. "Come 'ere, you!" Pumbaa shouted and ran towards the cub, gasping for breath. As soon as Pumbaa was right next to him, he lept away again, shrieking with delight. It was all a game to him! He ignored his two babysitter's frantic calls for him to come back, not reailising how panicky they were about him. He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him! They'd never catch him now, not with the long grass that came right past his head.

Ooof! Kopa rolled over in the dust, and then looked up at the stranger he had bumped in to.Staring down at him was another cub, scruffy looking and skinny. His fur was an odd tint of greyish brown, not like the golds, tans and creams of Prideland lions.

"Hey! Who are you?" the cub asked, staring down at Kopa with curious yellow eyes. Kopa didn't answer, he was frozen to the spot. "I said who are you?" the cub asked again. The cub was a lot older than Kopa, a few months older at the very least, since Kopa was only a month old and had just learned to walk.-

 "I..I'm Kopa."Kopa stuttered.

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