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The next morning Simba woke up and stretched. He looked over at Morpho who was kicking in his sleep. Simba pounced on Morpho playfully to wake him up. Morpho yawned and got up. Simba sat down and watched the sun come up.

Ahadi::
He sauntered around with his shoulders slumped. He was in a bad mood, his old bones and joints were aching and his back was in so much pain. Ahadi was to sore to even yawn, let alone walk for a long distance.

Simba and Morpho spotted Ahadi and went over to him.

"Hey. What's up?" Simba asked.

Ahadi::
He glanced over, he was loosing his sight and could only make out colors and shapes. His hearing was muffled slightly, prooving to take a toll on him. Hi.

"You feeling alright?" Simba could tell that something was wrong.

Ahadi::
His hearing was fading away aswell. He looked at the goldenh brown object and squinted. Speak louder. He said, most lions had to get really close and talk. His hearing was that bad.

Simba got closer.

"What's wrong," He repeated louder.

Ahadi::
He sighed quietly. Nothing, getting older and slower thats all. He was a strong man and could admit when something wasn't right with his hearing or sight. Everyone knew that he was soon gonna meet his end.

"Uh. 'kay. Um. D'ya want somethin' to eat?" Simba offered. Morpho's ears pricked up.

Ahadi::
Okay. He said, he knew that in his condition hunting wasn't an option for him so he accepted in any help he could get. He stood and moaned quietly. He looked around.

"Morpho saw a large zebra eating grass next to the waterhole. He crouched down and pounced. Morpho chased it and qhen he got close enough, bit it in the neck. He brought it back to Ahadi.

(Mind if I join??)

A small teenaged lioness crouched under one of the few thorny bushes, her tail lashing and swiping a lick over her lips. She pulled herself forward, her dusky sand coloured pelt blending with the pointy orange stones and dust.

(Sure. Just give me the bio and you're in)

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Name: Fleck
Age: 3 years
Bio: An outcast. Fleck is usually sneaking around, stealing prey. What else can she do? Her dusty cream fur makes it easier to blend into the plains, and her speed and slyness adds to her sneakiness. But what if all she needs is a pride? Her amber eyes usually glint with hope of such an event...

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(Accepted )