In the heart of the savannah, Lily the lion cub played under the golden sun.

Her father, King Leo, watched proudly. 'One day, you will lead,' he meowed.

Dark clouds gathered. 'A storm is coming,' roared King Leo. 'We must find shelter!'

Lily felt a spark of fear but remembered her father's words about leading.

'Follow me,' Lily commanded, her voice steady. The pride fell in line.

The wind howled and rain poured. Lily pushed forward, leading bravely.

They reached a river, water raging. 'We'll cross with care,' Lily decided.

One by one, they crossed. Even the smallest cub made it safely.

With night closing in, Lily spotted a cave. 'Shelter!' she announced with relief.

Inside, the pride huddled close. They were safe, thanks to Lily.

King Leo nuzzled Lily. 'You are truly brave, my daughter,' he purred.

The storm passed. The sun rose. Lily the Lionheart had led them well.