Three days ago you were with your own tribe. A ceremony put together by the King (Your father) was crudely interrupted when a rival tribe attacked. They quickly overwhelmed your tribe; several of your family died before you and while attempting to fight back, your father ordered you to flee. You reluctantly listen and ran as fast as you could until you could no longer hear your tribes screams.

For 2 days you ran. For 2 days you went with no food, no water, and no sleep. Eventually you fell to the ground and before you could rise up to your feet everything faded to black

You were half unconscious. You couldn't see or move, but you could feel and hear, but barely. You'd lie there for what felt like 10 minutes when you'd awake, with the feeling of something touching your shoulder. Upon opening your eyes, through your blurry vision you'd see a lion in a red and white tunic knelt next to you, as you laid on your back; a worried expression on his face. He'd hold a paw on your shoulder and gently pat the side of your face. A slight smile would form on his as he'd watch you open your eyes

Unknown - "Are you okay...?"