Tahmuras had realized at a young age that some expected great things from him and his brothers. They were the grandcubs of Lord Majanga. He had over heard whispers of what they could achieve. And yet there were others who thought that they would amount to nothing. That they would be like their father. Tahmuras cared for his father, to a point. He wouldn't want to see his father die or anything, but at the same time he knew his father really didn't belong in the pride.
And he did.
His siblings did.
He was certain that they would rise through the ranks and became Lord Majanga's favorites. Not because they were his grandcubs, but because they were always meant to become sith. It was their destiny.
Tahmuras let out a sigh. It was a lot to think about when you were a little cub. He stood up and left his father's den. When he was younger and they were first brought to the pride, he would curl up as closely as he could to his father. Now days he slept in the corner away from his father. He needed to learn to be able to be by himself and not rely on others.
He did miss the warmth his father provided though.
The sun had just started to rise. He would have the whole day to spend exploring the pride.
Conrad The Mighty