Chapter 8 ~Memories~

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-Third Person Point of View-

Louis scampers around with his brothers and sister, laughing, giggling and playing "bite the scruff." A lion version of tag.

His small, cub paws pad across the small, open area so that his momma can see where he and his siblings are at all times.

"Oof!" His little sister mewls, and Louis turns his adorable and fluffy feminine head to glance at his baby sister, who was sprawled across the ground.

"I'll help her!" His squeaky voice sounds, and his three brothers snicker and continue to play with one another.

Louis pads up to his little sister, Phoebe, and picks her smooth chin up with his forehead. "There you go, Phoebe," He grins. Small, feline teeth smiles at his baby sister.

"Thank you, Lou Lou. W-wait for me!" She stutters and starts off like lightning, pounding her tiny paws as she runs away towards her big brothers.

Louis sighs and scampers back to where Momma designated for them to play at. He catches up with his brothers and sister, and the three males look at him with disgust in their brown eyes.

"Hi, guys," Louis smiles, but the three just scoff and turn away, like it was an embarrassment to be around Louis.

So what if I'm different?

Louis thinks to himself as he pads over towards a small bush and sits his hind legs beside its leaves.

I'm sure there's someone else like me out there.

He continues to think in his head, as he watches his stronger brothers tackle one another and paw at each other's faces; Phoebe jumping and cheering for a different brother each time they tackled.

Larger paws sway beside Louis' body, and he looks up, startled, and his body instantly thinks "crouch."

So that's what he does. He crouches and watches as a larger and longer and older lioness walk by him, giving him a warm smile before padding over to his momma and starting a conversation.

Louis' eyes wander over the new lady's chocolate body. Her leg muscles always flexing, her ears tilted forward to listen to what his momma has to say, and beautiful green eyes brightening the mood.

She lets out a small giggle and nods to Momma, agreeing with her about something.

Louis' paws have a mind of their own as he slowly makes his way to Momma and the new lady.

New Lady's green eyes glance over at him, and she gives the same, warm smile like before. "Well hello there," her voice is just like Louis imagines. Soft like how her fur looks, warm like his momma's belly fur, powerful like his daddy's roar, and loving like his momma.

His eyes widen, and he crawls under and over to his momma, and in response, he gets a light tap on the head. "Louis, be nice and tell this lady good morning," Momma's voice was kind and happy. So he knows he's not in trouble.

Louis straightens his back just a little and breathes in. "Hello, Miss," his high-pitched tone bounces from his body, and a shocked expression crosses New Lady's muzzle.

"She's a he?" She asks in low whisper to Momma, and Momma simply nods.

"Do you have a problem with my baby?" Momma asks, protective anger filling her eyes, and her paw glides over to her special son.

The lady shakes her head vigorously and smiles. "No, not a problem at all. Just a small shock." She looks down at the small lioness and smiles warmly. "I think he's beautiful."

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