hey guys! soooo... im writing a book. it's practically exactly my favorite book series, warriors, but about lions... so i hope i don't get copyright! but yeah, here's chapter one!
The sun rose on the flat horizon of the dry plains. A small cub came out from underneath a rock near a tall, dead, thick tree. The cub looked around, as he was just born a moon ago, and hadn’t seen outside the nursery yet. Well, he had been able to walk and see before that, it was just that his mother was very protective. “Milo! Get back here! I don’t want you walking around out there yet. You're just a cub!” his mother yowled in distress. “Fine, mother,” Milo sighed. He padded poutfully back to the nursery, which would be his den until his mother said so, and his mother would never, just never, let him leave that nursery. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I just don’t want you to get hurt. There are hyenas out there, and wild dogs!” his mom said, while grooming Milo furiously. “It’s okay, mother. I get it. I just can’t wait till I’m old enough to go out there and hunt for the pride.” That still won’t happen, though. Why does mother have to be so protective all the time?! You know what? I’m going to ask her right this second, Milo thought. “Mother?” he asked. “Yes?” she replied with a purr. “Why are you so protective of me?” he asked with clear curiosity. “Well, um, because I love you. That’s all,” she said hastily, as if there was more. That was odd… is mother hiding a secret from me and the other cubs? He shook his head and decided to forget about it. It’s probably nothing, he thought. “Okay… that’s nice… could you get me some food? I’m hungry,” he asked awkwardly. “Of course! The one thing worse than being eaten, is not being able to eat yourself!” She trotted over to the P Times Three, as Milo liked to call it. Its actual name, though, was the Pride’ Prey Pile. As his mother snatched a hunk of a zebra, Milo went and layed down by the edge of the nursery, again near the dead tree. He looked up at the sun, but hastily looked back, as it was just so very big and bright. He was startled to see his mother right in front of him with the zebra meat. “Ack!” he yelled. His mother snickered with a joyful grin on her face. “Sorry about that! You just startled me. Thanks for the zebra, though!” he said, starting to giggle himself. “It’s okay, sweetie. I probably shouldn’t have sneaked up on you like that,” she said, giving him a gentle lick on the ear. Milo looked down and started to feast on the zebra. “Ah… that’s the stuff,” he sighed with a humongous grin on his face.
