#princessofthepride

And here we have a Meowth lying face down in the middle of an oasis because the savannah is too hot for the feline to handle.

It was that time of year where the sky was  immaculately clear and the stars sparkled  and shined down over the Pridelands, the Great Kings watching over their noble  kingdom. There were times, Simba admitted, where the stars felt like nothing more than pinpricks of lights in the sky - those were the bad days. But then he would remember the  night he left his jungle paradise to save his home, when his father had appeared in the sky to guide him - Simba would always  remember. And he felt his father's presence greater than ever as he lay next to his teenaged daughter who had nudged him awake that night and  told him she couldn't sleep. Simba had  taken her out onto the grasslands, Pride Rock not too far away.  "Hey, that cluster of starts kind of looks like a tree," Simba pointed out to her. 

"So what do you usually do for Valentine's?"

"Another lion?" Sydney got down on her knees to be more at her level. This one bore a vague resemblance to Kijani.... Same world?

"What are you doing?"