Society's Nomenclature

The Cat King

Period 6
Drama
1-15-14

The Cat King
{Part 1}

In a home of love and pride, an old couple, their son, and the father's brother live with their orange pelted kitten. Commonly, the house is rung with laughter and cheer, yet one soul has the heart of a barren outlander...

Simba, proud and noble for his young age, strutted along the fence, observing his prey witha facade of disinterest. A moment later and Simba was crouched low to the grass, stalking the young she-cat that was just strides before him. His heart began to race and his paws twitched with anxious excitement. He'd try to practice with Mufasa or Sarabi, his elderly owners, but they'd play for just a short while. Just a little step closer... "Simba!" Croaked a feeble voice. Bam! Slapping forehead against flank, Simba tries to shake his head as Nala hisses and swats his temple. As Simba composes himself once more, his best friend is already off over the fence and in her home.

"Simba, come inside." A stronger and younger voice calls out. With a leap, Simba is heading towards his own home and is greeted by adoring hands that caress his pelt. Everyone, Mufasa, Sarabi, and their son, Zazu, pet the kitten with affection. All except one. The hostile uncle Scar. No one is creepier than this man. Nonetheless, the family fed Simba and each other and night fell. All was well as each one dozed off into a peaceful slumber.

However, around midnight, all hell broke loose. Zazu was gasping and Sarabi was crying.

Hearing so much commotion, Simba climbs up the stairs two at a time, concern filling his very veins and soaking his orange coat. Simba dashed into his owners's bedroom to see shadows of bodies over the bed. Scar was no where in sight, and Mufasa wasn't breathing! Stepping forward, Simba let out a perplexed and worried meow, only to be picked up by Zazu who spoke nothing but softly to the kitten. This confused Simba even more, and eventually he was let down. Zazu hugged Sarabi as she dug her head into her son's chest. Mufasa was dead.

A few weeks have passed, and the house was much lonelier and much more quiet. Sarabi was rarely in the house and Scar wasn't to be seen. Eventually, Zazu had to stop visiting due to keeping company with his sick mother.

Simba was growing frail and was starving. The windows and doors were all locked, but it wasn't like anyone would want to find him anyway. He was just a kitten who couldn't do anything. Just a kitten.

And a kitten is who lays there on the floor, out cold and hungry.