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Simba meets Mittens from the Bolt movie (who's written by someone else). By the way, on this community called Dear Mun, the characters can communicate to those who write them into scenes. The beginning is what he says to me. This was when he was a very shiny new muse years ago. Mittens then overheard him talking and approached!
"Puh! You can't do anything to me...
You're nothing but a big, furless monkey. [Looking up at his mun, looking mighty confident. Sizing her up.] Those short pink claws of yours wouldn't even hurt a bug.
[He reveals a set of his own curved ones] These would leave a mark.
... [glaring up at the snickering girl] What's so funny?! You think because you're so BIG that I can't hurt you? Is that it?
... No I'm not! I'm a prince, and someday I'm gonna be a great king! So you're not supposed to be calling me 'cute'."
Mittens: Oh, you'd be surprised at what humans can do, kid. You think they're harmless for one minute, sure, but then they knock y'out and take out your claws one by one.
Simba: Humans? ...Is that what she--?
[All agape on the subject declawing--the horror!] No way! I'd be out of there before she could even have a chance to do that!
Mittens: Oh-ho. Says the cub who would be king... Oh yeah, that's what she is. Human. She's everything you ain't and never want to be.
Simba: I wouldn't want to be one anyway. They're not as cool as lions...
And you don't look like any kind of cat I've seen. [notes that she sounds older than him.]
Is that really your full size? [Very curious. Very, very curious.]
Mittens: [She just smirks.] Oh no, I get bigger.
Simba: [Smirking right back at you, Strange Cat.] Oh yeah? Well, I'll bet I'll be bigger! Because you sure do sound older than I am.
Mittens: Older and wiser. Hasn't your mother ever told you size ain't everything, hero?
Simba: You sound more like my dad than my mom...
I can't really do much like he does though. And he never lets me come along to chase away the hyenas... [looks a little glum; because he still feels that being small sucks.]
Mittens: Woah, woah. Wait. Hold on. Your father? Is me sounding like him a good thing, or a bad thing?
Simba: I dunno... Well, he's a good king, so I guess that would be...good? [Unsure Simba is unsure.]
Mittens: Well. Good. I guess. Just don't come to me for any parental advice, 'kay? It ain't my thing.
Though since when do lions behave like a monarchy? Didn't know your kind had much of a kingdom to rule.
Simba: Everything the light touches is the kingdom, and if we don't rule it, those mangy stupid poachers will take over!
Mittens: ..."Mangy stupid poachers?"
Simba: That's what Zazu calls them. The hyenas. [Clearly he understands that this cat isn't anywhere from the Pridelands.]
They're really bad news.
Mittens: Woah. Back up there, Hitchcock. ...You saying you lions are afraid a bunch of vultures taking over your little kingdom?
Geez. How the mighty have fallen.
Simba: [He gives the cat a "What are you, stupid?" glare.] Not vultures.
Hyenas.
Mittens: You mean those cackling psychopaths? Those kind of hyenas?
Simba: Yup. They're gray and ugly and mean. I don't see much of them though, because Dad never lets them near Pride Rock.
And then the hyena trio appears! Lol nah I kid; that's actually all there is between those two characters. My Simba's so adorable, no matter how much he'd deny it. XD
There's more who meet him, but that's not coming up until I get some feedback first.
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