A bit of a distance from Pride Rock, but still in the Pridelands, a young adult lion woke from a troubled sleep. He yawned widely, getting to his cream-dipped paws. "Soo.. my first full day, in the Pridelands.." he mused. He fit in well enough.. his fur was bright golden, almost yellow, and his mane was a creamy brown color. The only thing that set him apart was three scars running horizontally on his left cheek.. but that was from a fight long ago, it didn't matter. He was a nomad, though looking to settle down, and this was a prime place. His name was Duke.
(Since I couldn't find a good place to put this in the post.. he's bisexual. STL knows. XD)