Flashes to morning...
Kafele yawned and sat up. He scratched his right ear with his back paw then shook himself. He looked around,
a little puzzled about where he was. Everything thing came flashing back when he sighted a bright orange lioness: Gzifa.
"Hey, sorry about falling asleep," he smiled brightly, the sun having already put him in a good mood,"I guess I never did answer your question did I?"
His gaze fell towards the den and foremost to the trickle of lions and lionesses on a well-beaten, dusty path. "Where does that lead to?" He asked curiously. As if to answer, a lioness colored a medium tan called from the small group. "Hey! Ziffy? Want some water? I cover for you until Changa gets up here to take morning watch!"
He felt a smile tug on his furry lips. He liked this. He liked the sense of family and care, how everyone seemed to work together, even if they didn't exactly like eachother. His mind wandered over last night. If he were Moyo, maybe he wouldn't want to be Amunet's mate either-she seemed easily...agitated, for lack of a better word. He quickly decided to stay out of it though, not knowing at all what had happened before.
He yawned and stretched again, corded muscles and tendons rippling under his short fur. "How 'bout it, Ziffy?" He laughed softly.
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Amunet groaned as she was prodded in the stomach. "Ow, go 'way," she mumbled turned over. Changa rolled his bright blue eyes,"Alright, but you're already shirking your guarding duties-I've been watching the jailbird for two hours."
She bolted upwards. "I'm up, he's here, isn't he? I don't want to die young!" He chuckled at her melodramatic behavior. "Oh, calm down, Netty. He's snoring!" He smirked as she slumped back down. "Bad dreams?"
She put a paw over her face and peeked out through a gap in her toes. "Just. Don't." She laughed softly and laid back. "Thanks, Changa, I'll wake him up-you need to go get a drink and head towards the patrol post. You don't want to to keep Gzifa waiting."
"I doubt she'd mind." Despite that, the tan lion exited the den in search of the waterhole and his favorite lioness.
"Hey, sleepyhead! Get up!" She prodded Moyo with a claw then sat down to observe the results.
Not far off, a lioness with fur a bit darker than Amunet and Changa's watched her friend from a distance, wondering who the large white lion with her was. Prisoner? Friend? Boyfriend? She mused to herself. "Lesedi?" She called for the princess, not taking her eyes off of the two extravagantly colored lions in the distance. "Who is he?"
OOC: Can Nyota and Lesedi be 'okay', kinda friends c: