The black lion stalked through the tan-like grass. His fur tingled with hope to hunt at least one zebra, for he hadn't had a meal in days. He just wanted to have peace among the other lions, too. A war was brewing. Or, if he was in the war, no escaping it. Suddenly there was a sound. 

Foot steps! He thought nervously. He looked behind him and a huge white lion pounced on the black lion. "What are you doing in my territory?" The white lion growled. 

"I-I didn't know I came so close to your territory!" The black lion answered. 

"Close? Close!? Close! Your in, not close!" The white lion roared in anger. 

He just wants to keep everything for himself, the black lion thought. Fear rippled over him as he got a closer look at the huge white lion. "Killer!"

"Yes, that's me! And I think you forgot what happens to others who enter my territory without permission!" Killer  growled. He threw his huge paw at the black lion. The black lion lay on the ground silently. Dead.