King of the Jungle Msia

As a young teenager he was chased off by the new king of the pride. Msia knew better to stay, the new king had killed his father the night before and later his younger sisters and brothers. If he stayed he would meet the same fate. He ran for his life, leaving his twin sister and mother behind.

The now former heir was on his own, the world was unforgiving. He walk for miles, day and night, unsuccessful hunt after unsuccessful hunt. He could feel himself getting weaker, he had accepted his fate. Death was at the door, just when he was about to give up, the smell of a fresh kill hit his nose. Opening his eyes, he saw an old lion coming towards him with a zebra foal in his mouth. They ate together. Msia thanked the old lion, asking him why he helped him. The old lion smiled. "Do I need a reason to help someone of my own species?" He said looking up at the starry sky. "Besides, we lions do better in numbers." Msia nodded looking at the older lion. "I"m Msia." The young male said, waiting for an anwser. "Razor, that his what my pride called me."

Months paased by, Msia and Razor met other young male that decided to leave they"re pride.