Kalima shivered at the hateful tone of the lioness, but bared her small fangs anyway. "What right do youve to tell us what to do?" She sqeaked. Sinking closer to her brother, she unshealth her tiny claws.

Fallen huffed and nodded, deciding to see what the pridelander where doing. In a much calmer tone he asked, "Why do you seem to not have a problem with them? Most rouges, or outlanders, hate them."

Zallion glared at Vitani. "So you're gonna tell them, eh?" The cub's eyes glittered with fury. He didn't really have anything against pridelanders, but he was made to believe that they were awful and heartless. He, too, thought Kiara was the one and only cause of Zira's death. He did like his aunt from the stories he'd heard of her, for all of them only told the good points of her. Zallion roared, which seemed more like a mew. This lioness's like the usual pridelanders, he thought. "Go tell them if you dare!" he hissed in anger of being addressed so rudely, and stepped in front of his sister protectively. He did love and care about her, although he seemed annoying and show off-ish.

Simba let the thought of outlanders slide to the back of his mind. This is supposed to be a grand day, and I shouldn't ruin it. He gazed at the cub being presented, and remembered his daughter's one. He could feel the pride Kiara was feeling now. 

Rafiki chuckled slightly, feeling a soft paw on his hand. "Alright, little one, " he mumbled, lowering her into his arms. He cleverly broke open one of those fruits and dipped his finger into its red juice, and smeared it on Ignition's forehead. Gently, he handed her to Kiara, and took Kalorii from her mouth, smiling. Looking up at the Mufasa for a moment, he raised the cub in his hand, just as he had done to Ignition. 

Kiara, Ignition in her mouth, couldn't help feeling abnormally proud. She beamed lovingly at Kovu. Three cubs, a wonderful mate, and a loving family and subjects. What more could you ask for? 

Suddenly, a bird flew almost into Kovu's face. It was Zazu. "I profusely apologize for being late, Sire." He began, before bowing down low, full of respect for the King.

Akari giggled a little, and squirmed in Kovu's mouth. "Daddy," she said through little squeaks. "What's going on?" 

((Sure))

Vitani smirked, saying, "If no one here's a runt, who's behind you? Let her kill or die on her own, or isn't Zhaine teaching Zira's way?"

((join?)) 

Pridelander/Outlander

Name: Aleyle (al-eel)

Gender: Male

Age: 1 year

Personality: Naive, sometimes stupid, acts before he thinks, and will pick a fight out of boredom occasionaly.

Crush (if any): open

Mate (if any): none

Appearance (pic/deion): A dark tan lion with deep blue eyes and black ears, his ears have tufts, and he has no mane yet but only a small ridge of fur on his neck.

History (optional): born outside of eboth prides out in the gras.slands and still has no pride, is to join the pride in the pridelands soon enough

Family relations in the pride: none

"What does it matter who you are!" Kalima growled, it coming out like a squeak. "You betray the outlandes, your birth pride, just like that rat Kovu!" She hissed, stepping up to stand beside Zillion. She would never admit it, but having her brother there reasured her. "You'll never be anything but a mangy pridelander to me!" She hissed again."

Fallen shrugged, and decided to watch the presentation. "There are always reasons to hate, as long as its justly. I have a reason ot hate the pridelanders. They killed my brother, in my opinion, they leave little food and water for us to survive on, and that includes two young cubs." He smiled softly at the thought of his little neice and nephew.

Ignition quickly waddle-ran back to Kiara and hid behind her mother's front legs. "Why must we be held from there?" she questioned in a shaky voice as she also tried to clean the juices out of her fur. During that, Kovu just looked down at Akari and chuckled.

"You'll see them so they can see you, I guess." Kovu infered. Meanwhile, Convoy stalked out of his position and followed the path Vitani had walked upon, three entirely different emotions fighting within his heart, love being one and also the weakest of them.

Convoy looked at Vitani and began to feel 'weaker,' love becoming stronger within him. Why was he having such an emotion around his cousin? His cousin! Wind just simply gentley whispered into his bright, blood red mane, slightly shoving the head-fur. He then stood there for a moment and then raced up to Vitani, licked her cheeck, and then dashed away, tears flying back. Apparantley, his hatred and anger for Pridelanders were both gone.