The Last Lioness: As A Juvenile

The new male is quite interesting. He looks a bit older than me and I dare not approach him for fear of my life. Me and Amadia have grown into a long friendship. The cubs refer to me as aunty San now. They are adorable. Sometimes I babysit for her while the cubs stay with me I constantly have to be on watch and move dens every now and then to keep their scent old. I have grown older, Amadia calls me a beautiful cat. She always makes me feel more self conscious. She is a good friend. But not for long. She says not far into the future she will have to leave, but she never tells me why. She says every year that its very important for cats in her family around her age to go up north, towards the wide lake the two legs call "the ocean". Im dreading that day...but I wonder what will become of the cubs after she has gone?