Plot: During Mufasa's reign, Scar rises up and, along with Zira, takes the Pridelands for himself, sending Simba, Mufasa and Sarabi into exile, along with Nala and Sarafina when they protest the move. They are forced to flee to the east, where they come to the coast...and find another family of lions as well...
Characters:
Pridelands Group:
Simba: Simbaholic
Nala: LilTiger (standing in for Kopa23 until September)
Mufasa: AustralianChaos
Sarabi: Nakisisa
Sarafina: QueenOfPrideRock
Rogue Family:
Ardahi: TheIvanMuse
Sykara: NightyByeSparrow
Tanga: AustralianChaos
Marini: TheWhistlerify
Kahvatu: Simbadacub
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Mufasa limped heavily as he lead his group further into the large jungle they had come across in their last few days of wandering. His front right foreleg was hurting terribly from a series of rather critical wounds covering the limb, so much so that he was not actually walking on it, rather keeping the damaged limb tucked away against his chest, as he hobbled on his three good legs.
The wounds had been the result of a rather unexpected, and violent fight back at his old pride...a pride he had, until a few days ago, been king of. But then his younger brother, Scar, had taken it upon himself to fight Mufasa for the throne, and despite being the larger and stronger of the two, Mufasa had been caught off-guard by his younger brother's sly cunning, and after having his leg wounded, effectively crippling him, Mufasa had decided it was in not only his best interests, but those of his family, to stand down, lest Scar try and actually kill him.
But Scar's first act as king had been to exile not only Mufasa, but his mate, Sarabi, and young son, Simba, as well, deeming them a threat to his rule. Knowing that, wounded as he was, Mufasa had no way of protesting, he had no choice but to accept, and gather his family to leave.
But then things got even worse, as Sarafina protested Scar's actions, trying to convince the younger brother to keep Mufasa around. In the end, all that accomplished was to have her and her daughter, Nala, join them in their exile.
And now here they were, the five of them, wnadering in a forest far, far beyond the eastern borders of the Pridelands, looking for a new home to settle into. Mufasa hoped they would find somwhere soon. He refused to admit it, but the wound was taking it's toll on him...and he got the feeling that the open wounds on not just his leg, but some across his back and chest as well, had caused him to contract some kind of illness. he had done a fairly good job of keeping it hidden, but he knew it could not last forever...his coughing had been getting worse, and he was starting to lose his voice, thanks to his sore throat.
But Mufasa's wandering thoughts were brought to a standstill as a strange scent reached his nostrils, despite his illness...meaning the scent must be incredibly powerful. As he paused to get a bitter whiff, he also heard distant, rumbing noises, like a low waterfall that stopped flowing every few seconds. "Wait," he called, his normally deep, powerful voice slightly raspy due to his fading voice, as he once more got a whiff of the salty scent, so powerful he could almost taste it. "Does anyone else hear that? Or smell it?" he asked, looking back at his four companions, trying to determine if they, too, had caught on to what he was senseing, little realising that his group had wandered close to the ocean...something no Pridelander had seen for generations.