#noblestpanther

Dense jungle really wasn’t within her comfort zone in this form, and she wasn’t exactly a picture of grace climbing over fallen logs and through dense brush. She had an unsuccessful hunt so she wasn’t in too great of a mood, especially since she’d injured her ankle in the process, resulting in her walking with one back paw held off the ground. 

“Have fun, Simba! See you later...” She called after him with a smile, watching the Prince and his father walk down the hill, leaving the lioness on her own and once they were out of sight, the smile faded. Not because her best friend was going to be away for most of the day, but because...well, she wished she could be in his place sometimes. Not as a Princess, not as the daughter of a King, but just...as a child with their father. “You’re lucky...” She mumbled sadly to herself, giving one last look in their direction before she turned and headed off in her own. It felt like it was getting harder and harder to deal with the fact that she didn’t have a father, and that she didn’t even know anything about him, but given the fact that her mother always said so little about him, if anything anytime she asked, she felt there was no point in asking anymore. Asking anyone.

For the first half our or so, Nala tried to practice her hunting, but the motivation just wasn’t there so she found a cool, shady spot underneath a large tree and plopped down with a sigh, head resting on her paws. 

 Like a certain elephant, Zazu’s initial reaction was one of shock and fear when he saw a black panther roaming the Pridelands. Thankfully, he had much better eyesight, and a quick swoop and short observation later calmed his fears that this was the same cat that was one of the Crown’s most deadly enemies.

 He had not met this new panther that Mufasa and Simba had became friends with, but if the King swore by him then that was good enough for Zazu to at least approach him. Mufasa had even said that he thought the two of them would get along, though Zazu would see for himself about that (Mufasa could often be a bit more ‘lax’ in character judgement than Zazu liked).

 “Good day!” Zazu called to announce his presence, then flew down and landed on a small rock in front of the Indian leopard to give him the formulaic introduction.

{🔥}—; “See anything Sparx?” Spyro asked as pushed aside from branches that were in his way as he trotted through the jungle, but the glowing dragonfly hadn’t seen anything no footprints or anything. 

“You.”

Elephants were not known for their good eyesight.

Malkia had been walking along the base of Pride Rock, off to visit one of her favourite groves of trees, when a dark shape moving up the slope of Pride Rock had caught her eye. At such a distance with her incredibly poor eyesight, all she could make out was the shape of a cat, smaller than a lion but larger than a cheetah, with jet-black fur.

She had not met Mufasa’s newest friend yet. As far as her knowledge was concerned, there was only one black leopard in the Pridelands: and his appearance on Pride Rock in broad daylight was not a good thing.

“But Bagheera,” Mowgli answered stifling a yawn as the panther nudged him towards a tree. “I don’t really remember what I’m supposed to do tomorrow...” The boy couldn’t remember since he was told earlier that morning but as the day wore on Mowgli had forgotten altogether. “Can’t I just skip it since I forgot or can’t you do it instead? It’d probably easier since you remember what it is anyway.” 

Mufasa listened in awe as Bagheera spoke. How could this calm and rational panther be kin to the monster who nearly killed his son? But he was aware of the wrongs done to Kimya--it was, after all, his own father who was responsible--and so he gave a nod of understanding at the other cat’s last statement. “I don’t deny that he has suffered greatly. But I’m afraid there can be no peace between us. Surely after meeting him, you see that he cannot be reasoned with.”