Kopa looked down and sighed. He'd known this time was going to come, but he diddn't think it would be so soon. He sat down on his haunches and closed his eyes, his face turned in a small screw of thought. "You most likely never went far enough," he said slowly. "A five day travel from the Pridelands is a far distance for a patrol though, I guess." He opened his eyes, and they were streaked across with tears as he poined a paw towards the west.
"Past the Outlands, a long way, there is a Jungle. It seemed like paradise, but I was chased from there, further, to an area that was much alike a desert." He looked at Kovu and sighed. "When you're mother took me off and tried to kill me, I was so scared. She threw me in a river after she thought she'd killed me and walked away. If not from shock, then I dont know what else, but I let myself float down, down, down until I'd actually lost conciousness. I awoke in a dense jungle on a riverbank, and I found trace, stale scents that smelled like Father, Timon, and Puumba, and I thought Mother as well."
He shook his head. "I thought it was a dream. My mind, making things up so I wouldn't feel so alone. Eventually, I was overrun by a small pride of lions that had taken over the jungle. Wounded even worse, I wandered past, and eventually came across sand, sand, and more sand. A desert of types. I lived there for years, fending myself off from Rogues. I learned how to kill, not to play. Thats what I am. I'm a killer... nothing will ever come good from me." He finished and flopped down on the ground with a shakey sigh. "I'm sorry, Kiara. I never meant to hurt you. I just... dont know anything."