The Last Lioness: As A Cub

Chapter 4: The Great Migration.

We kept running until we were at the front of the herd, I smiled at everyone as they looked at me in shock, its not everyday that you see a possible predator sat on its prey's rump. Then I laughed and stood up on all fours. "Be careful back there." I nodded. "I will....what's your name if you don't mind me asking," She kept running and I could hear her mumble, "My name is Mona." I smiled. "Thats a pretty name." Then the herd came to a haunt, I jolted forewards, nearly falling off Mona's back. "Woah there!" She snorted angrily to the other wildebeests. "Have respect for your elders!" She hissed slightly as the younger wildebeests pushed and shoved her. I smiled as she turned her head to me. "And what is your name young lioness?" She asked me. I gazed at her and replied. "My name is Sancha. The last lioness." The wildebeest looked taken back as I said, 'the last lioness'. "So, there is no more of your kind?" She asked me, a crease in her brow. "S-sadly no..." I replied lying down. We were on the move again when she spoke once more, "Im so sorry about that Sancha...I do hope you can find a pride before you grow old." I sighed and nodded my head. "But what if i don't Mona....what if i don't..."

"Im sure you will young lioness." Mona said with a broad smile. She then turned around from looking at me on her back. "Oh great! Here's the m-" I cut her off. "The migration ....." I gasped. Mona laughed softly. "You never seen the migration before?" She asked me, I shook my head. "Mother would tell me a lot about the great migration, about all our prey huddling into one big group....but I do now know how she could hunt so many! She said the more there are, the more to target and confuse...." We stayed silent as we became huddled in the large group of potential prey, zebras, wildebeest, buffalo and a few odd impalas and gazelles here and there. I looked up into the darkening sky, vultures were circling. I hissed angrily at the sight of them. Mona looked at me. "What's wrong?" She asked. "A few vultures wont harm you." She said, trying to calm me down. "But they will Mona...." She smiled weakly. "Call me auntie Mona if it makes you more comfortable." I smiled and nuzzled into her back, it was getting dark...I soon dozed off but just before I closed my eyes I said, "Goodnight auntie Mona." I heard her whispering back to me. "Goodnight Sancha." I knew it was a long road ahead...but I needed to eat meat....not what auntie Mona and the others ate...