The base of the Mountain

"Simba wait!!!" Joshua cried out to the small orange tabby as Marco and he chased the cat. It seemed the kitten couldn't stand being on the boat any longer and decided to take a break from it so he ran off. Before they hit the mountain Marco scooped the kitten up into his arms and he mewed softly and rubbed its head against the boys chin. Joshua looked around the mountain, they hadn't been this far inside the island for quite a long time, perhaps a change in schedule wouldn't be so bad.

"Marco c'mon lets explore!" he told his older brother and began to walk onto a large boulder of the mountain and he sat upon it. Marco reluctantly began to follow, carrying Simba along.

As Joshua slowly began to climb the mountain, Simba began to become uneasy, as if he knew something wanted him as a tasty treat. He broke from Marco grip by slashing his hand and he scampered onto Marco's shoulder, under his shirt, mewing again, unhappy. The older male knew they should turn back but Joshua was very stubborn, there was nothing he could tell his younger sibling to get him to turn back, as much as Simba wanted to go back

Marco suddenly felt the hawk attack, his arms flaired up and began to swat at the bird, crying at it to get off of him. Simba crawled out of his masters shirt and scampered away silently into a corner where the hawks claws couldn't hurt it while Marco was attacked, it was everything to itself.

Joshua lept from the boulder, unsheathing a small dagger and charged at the bird, nothing was going to hurt his older brother

Simba scrambled once freed and went to a crevice in the mountain. He was a small cat due to lack of food and always running around with his masters and found something small, resembling that of a mouse hole, but a bit larger. He snuck in and got as far back as possible and somehow contorted his body so he faced looking out of the hole, keeping an eye on the bird.

Marco was down on one knee, bleeding heavy from the birds sharp talons. He kept himself together but he left taking the monstrosity on to Joshua. He couldn't fight in a condition like this.

Joshua swung the blade and began to swing swiftly at the bird. There was no way he was to leave this bird to live

Ishtar hissed, hopping back from the blade. In mid-hop, her wings melted into arms and talons into feet. Her transformation took only a matter of seconds. She rose from her crouch setting her grey gaze upon the man with the sword. As the fire grew in her eyes, the grass turned yellow and died around her feet.
"I'd suggest you point that little toy in a different direction."
She cradled her arm carefully. It was broken. Defiantly broken.

"I'd point it in a different direction if you didn't attack my brother!" Joshua said. His voice tried to sound tough and gruff, like his older brother but it still had a bit of a childish ring to it. He didn't exactly fit the part of the tough guy in the family.

Marco kneeled still and put pressure on the cuts to ease the bleeding process. He stood up and looked at the woman with the broken arm. "Joshua shut it" he said with a cold tone. Joshua immediately shut his trap and his dagger lowered and he sheathed it. The older male looked at the girl. "Start explaining. Now miss" he said with a cold look in his eye. He couldn't help his gloomy disposition, it was just how he was.

Simba hissed loudly, feeling the sudden tugging motion. He contorted himself about and scratched at the bird's eyes and face, in an attempt to get free.

Joshua walked up to the female. "Listen if you're hungry I can feed you. We can feed an army on our boat just call off the bird. Thats out pet!!!!" he cried out.

Marco was losing his patience with their constant attacks on Simba, the poor kitten was bound to get an aneurysm if the two didn't lay off.