Age can prevent many things, Kali knew that all too well. He couldn't run, hunt, let alone walk as he used to. Kali's time was almost up. Almost. His intensions on attacking the Pridelands had been continuously playing on his mind. Jabari, Thandiwe, and Shomari. All strong and now fully grown. All Kali had to do now was make a bunch of fake promises to some rogue pride, get them to team up, and attack! The elderly master of slaughter rose to his weak paws and let out an almighty roar across the land. He'd never felt so confident in all his life. Never.
Paws up who remembers this guy!
