" From Ryno, in the beginning, all the way to the most recent Jaggu, this tribe has seen many great chiefs, and today we witness a new start," Monkie declared to the gathered tribe as dramatically as only he could.

Cheeta wasn't one for theatrics, but even he was getting caught up in the moment. he would be the sixth Big Kat chief of the guinea tribe, following Leon, Pooma, Pantar, Linx, and his father, Jaggu.

It felt somewhat wrong to be going through with this ceremony today, but it was a long tradition. Still, all of this couldn't have come at a worst time. Cheeta had been preparing for this moment all his life, thinking up all the different ways to make the tribe better. He always wished to get the tribe out from the borrows and told himself he would once he was chief.

Unfortunately, with a hostile takeover occurring above some evil tyrant, they need to stay hidden. The Guineas had magic and intellect and were extremely resourceful, but they were not fighters. This was yet another thing Cheeta desired to change once he was chief.

With the untimely passing of his dad , Monkie and the rest of the elders felt the shifting of power needed to happen quickly under the dier circumstances of Comica currently, so yesterday they did the burial, and today was his coronation. So the day he was waiting his whole life for was rushed to be able to decide what the tribe should do about the takeover.

They most likely would be fine since the existence of the Guineas and their underground home was unknown to most, plus they had been working on strengthening their magical means of travel the guineapool so they could leave Comica if necessary. Cheetah had been working closely with the team in charge of the guineapool testing, so he knew they didn't have much further to perfect it.

However, he needed to sidebar these thoughts as right now he needed to look strong and collected for his people as he was named the new chief. His wife Gazille stood by his side with their beautiful daughter in her arms.

The three of them, as well as Monkie, were dressed in traditional ceremony garb. Elaborate headdresses and robes. They truly looked like royalty. Well, almost his daughter was squirming and crying, being only two with her name day only a week ago, she had no clue what was going on or how she was supposed to be behaving.

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Gazille clearly was frustrated trying to keep her still, but Cheeta was full of pride and joy. His daughter was already proving to be an untraditional Guinea like him self being more feisty and strong-willed than the typical fearful weak-minded.

In fact, the toddler reminded him that if he truly was going to be a different cheif like he always said he would, there was no better moment to show it than right now.

Breaking tradition Cheeta stepped out of line to his wife to grab his little one before retaking his place. Everyone blinked their beady eyes, but he and his now content daughter smiled. He then looked to Monkie and nodded him to continue.

"Cheeta, Son of Jaggu, today you take on all needs of the tribe, do you accept that burden?"

Cheeta felt the weight of this question hadn't truly been this heavy since the day of Ryno the first, as no other chief, not even his father, carried a larger burden than he was about to have to carry. However, he was ready.

He took a breath then started to proclaim, " Like I hold my daughter in my arms now, I promise to protect my tribe above all else!" Proud and hopeful tribe members look to him with honor, respect, and approval as Monkie removed the current headdress atop Cheetas' head and retrieved the one for the chief.

Before it could be placed, everyone's ears shot up as they could sense potential danger. His ears twitched as his large eyes darted around in search of answers, then he saw it. Placing his daughter back in her mothers' arms, he declared, " Swayer has found us!"

Panic began to take over the living hall in the burrows.

"Run!"

"Hide!"

"Stop! Panic will not help us!"

Cheetas' words fell to deaf ears as purple smoke bellowed through the tunnels in a gust. Just like that every individual that it came in contact changed and began to grab others until the smoke got to them too. So that was how he was doing it.

It was all happening so quickly he looked to his wife and daughter, he grabbed Gazilles' arm and started running. "Cheeta where must we go!?"

" Just a bit further so we have distance and I can open a Guineapool!"

Gazille tripped on a rock as they continued to run, causing their daughter to spill out of her arms. Cheeta ran to his wife to gather her back up but noticed the smoke closing in.

There wasn't enough time for them to outrun it. He and Gazille looked into each other's eyes with despair.

" Momma, Papa!"

Their daughter was farther ahead as she had slid from the impact of the fall. Cheeta looked back to the smoke as it inched near them.

"Tigar run!"