Seasick Cat | Harry Hook Fanfic

Chapter 15: My Dear Family

Shadows Point of View:

As I plop down on the bed in my hideout, I look around. my eyes land on the cooler that I usually keep the food in. My eyes widen with the realization that I had never actually gotten food to store here. I'm hungry...

I get up with an over exaggerated groan-sigh, and went outside. Its still dark of course, but its the isle, many things are open at night, lucky for me I am a master at stealing. Although, I can actually most likely get some stuff from my actual house.

I look around, left first then right, to ensure that no one had seen me come out of the entrance. As far as I know, with my cat-like seeing abilities, no one had. Good. I look straight forward and walk my path to my house.

Once I walk into the house I see my dad at the dining table. Muttering to himself. He does this, it usually leads to him telling me a story, usually these stories are about my brother, Mufasa, or Simba.

I realize I had stared at him muttering for a good ten seconds before I make a beeline to the fridge. I open the door. I look inside. I see five apple, milk, water, a couple packs of raw meat on the shelves. In the door there is jars of sorts containing jelly, salsa, hot sauce, and other things that are in an non-see through container with the labels facing the wrong way.

"You're brother is a disappointment!" My dads voice suddenly booms through the house. I jump at the sudden yell and hit my head on the freezer door. "I know!" I glare at him.

I see that he had stood with the loud statement he had made. He probably slammed his hands on the table too, but his voice overruled that.

"I should still be king of the pridelands!"

"Yeah, and we should have paws, fur, and tails too! Your point?"

"My point is that if I was still king you would have never been born, but now that you have YOU have the chance to bring our family back to power!"

Ill have to admit, the part about being born stung a bit, but as he said that he walked over to me and held my shoulders as he spoke. I nod.

"Okay, so let me get this right," his eyes squint slightly while nodding once, "My brother turned on you and married some girl that was a princess. You killed Mufasa, your brother to be a king which worked out until his son came back. His son Simba, who you thought was dead became king. They thought you were dead at some point, right?" (I think that's right, if not, let me know.)

"Yes, very good. Now, my daughter, promise me something."

"Anything."

"Promise me to never turn against me. Promise me to do whatever it takes to claw your way to power. Promise me that if you ever get out of here to never forget about me and my legend."

"I promise, to all of it."

With that he nodded and turned around, walking briskly to his room, slamming his door behind him. I walked over to a cupboard and grabbed a bag. I use this bag to put two apple and some meat.

I turn back to my dads bedroom door the last time for tonight and walk out of the house.

I go back to the hideout and put the meat away and ate the apples.

Mufasa. My uncle. Dead. Murdered.
Simba. My cousin. Im not sure my father had ever told me if or how he died or is dead.
My brother. Father says he dare not speak his horrendous name, nor shall I if I ever learned it.

I wonder what I'd look like as a lioness? Would I appear like my father, but female of course? Or have my own look, perhaps pale like my hair and skin? It would make sense, as my father does have an appearance that resembles his lion form...

And with these thoughts, I lay in my warm bed and throw my apple cores to a random place in the room and fall asleep.