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SUMMARY: Please Note: This is my first story and probably needs a little work. So, when you get done reading it, do me a favor and leave a comment.

First, let's get something straight. I am dead. I have been dead for a very long time. However, during my life I did some very important, and some not so important, things that I would like to share with you. So, if you can sit still long enough to hear me out, I'll begin.

Prolouge
I was born the 32nd day of Summer, to a young pair that was made up of a she-cat named Murkara, and a he-cat named Buron. For the first two seasons of my life, they were good-parents, or so I am told. Murkara always had plenty of milk and a gentle voice. Buron was always ready to tumble with me, and his rough tongue was a perfect bath. And they named me Ni-ikra, Soulful One. This is all I remember of my birth-parents. Not what they looked like, smelled like, anything. You see, near the beginning of my first Spring, they went out hunting and never came back. And so my journey began.
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I was found by a pair of Easts whose den was dug not far from ours. They had not heard from my birth-parents in a few days, so they came to investigate. What they found was a den almost completely empty, except a howling ball of dark gold fur that was me. The spines on my back and tail were not even completly hardened yet, my retractable claws and canine teeth still baby small and pointy. My feline like build was still out of proption. In other words, I was still a baby.
They brought me to the Orphan's Den, the badly dug out hole in the ground that passed for an orphanage in my East community. That same day, King Rah-ka and Queen Amara came to the Orphan's Den. They had adopted two she-cats before but this time they wanted a he-cat. And this he-cat, you see, had to be very special. Because that he-cat would be Rah-ka's heir. They chose me. Perhaps it was luck, but I believe in fate.
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I was old enough to speak simple words, and, fortunately for I, my name (I shudder to think of the other names I could have received if I had not been able to aptly communicate with my new parents).
I enjoyed my new life of priviledge. The underground den was huge, with many rooms and corridors for a young cub to run , hide and tumble in. The food was always caught by the best hunters, and the two older she-cats, my sisters, tolerated me and were sometimes willing to play.
However, there were many new rules I had to learn if I was to become King. I had to learn how to treat the royal servants, how to behave in front of company, how to eat my food in a dignified manner.... It was quite a lot for a cub as young as I, and it was only a taste of the training I would recieve when I became of age. Also, wherever I was, whatever I was doing, I had the feeling that my parents (as Rah-ka and Amara shall be referred to from now on) were watching me like hunting birds, scrutinizing my every move. I could be ousted from my position yet.

Chapter 1
(a few years later)
"Come on, Naz," I whined. My sister, Nazina, and I were in her sleeping place, and at the time she was trying to do just that.