[PRP] Waseme + ?

[Hopefolly]

Waseme couldn't believe it.

--No, she could, when she thought about it. It was the fact she could believe it she couldn't believe if that made any sense. Her mother had chosen her sister over her. That was bad enough. But a drum? A stupid drum? She hadn't even meaned to break them!

After the incident the injured cub had fled the scene and taken to the farthest end of the pride, sniffling and crying in a geniue, heart-breaking manner. She licked her wounds, both figuratively and literally.

Her neck and right front paw had been cut, the later fairly severly. Why should she care? Nsundu didn't care. All she cared about was Kitambi and her stupid drums, and Kitambi's stupid drums, and, and, and--

The cub burst into another fit of sobs, burying her face in her paws and ignoring the dull pain that resulted from the action. Why did she have to be born second? Why did she have to be born here at all?  

[Light Atago]

Out on the borders of the Nchi lands lay a seemingly-out-of-place pridelander-gold cub. Jua Na-Taka was humming gently to herself, staring up at the sky and drumming lightly on her belly. Her mother had told her to play around with different beats and rhythms. She still didn't fully grasp how she would know which rhythm was hers, but she had a feeling that if she kept trying different things, she'd eventually understand. She absentmindedly pondered what clouds really were... She knew they were white and puffy, but she had the strongest urge to just hold a chunk in her paw.

It wasn't long before she was pulled from the gentle drumming and her ponderings, however. A sorrowful sound drifted across the lands, forcing Taka's drumming to slow and eventually stop. She rolled over and padded towards the sound, only to meet one of the queen's cubs! Waseme, she thought her name was. The pride was small enough for now that Taka could start to get a good grasp on everyone's names. "Are you ok?" she asked from a slight distance, padding a touch closer.