OOC: Scourgeluvs, I can't rp two charries at once, so can I pretend Kaika fell asleep?
"Ohh, that's such a nice name, Athospaw! I'm Tetrapaw!" Her trills were now bouncy, bubbly and energetic chirps. Her eyes were wide, and she lashed her tail when Turtlepaw came. "Hiya!" She greeted her as well.
She placed a minuscule paw on her maw, waving it. "Awh, thanks~" She gushed. She removed the limb when he asked about her clan, and she excitedly trilled, "TropicClan! My leader, Toucanstar, is sitting over there," She flicked her tail towards the large Serval x Savannah leader, her pure white fur glistening softly in the moonlight whilst her teal oculars gleamed with pride.
She gave a hollow sigh. "No, we don't have any other members but me..." Tetrapaw's gaze locked on her small, shuffling paws.
OOC: Brb, gotta eat! ;O)
Tetrapaw playfully patted her paw towards Athospaw's nose, hoping to hit it gently, and crouched into a balanced, light footed crouch. "Play-fight Athy?" She purred, rump wiggling. A challenging gleam illuminated her glowing violet eyes further.
She gave a squeal, just to catch him off track, and slid neatly to the side. Tetrapaw gave him a dazzling smile and slid under him, twisting to her back. Her long, thin hindlegs stretched up, and she attempted to bat his underbelly.
A triumphant, boistrous mew escaped Tetrapaw's lips, but squealed when he leaped. Athospaw was ale to land on her now, and she waited for his move, squeaking with delight, eyes glittering joyfully. She glanced at Sparrowkit and gave the kit her charming, enviting smile.
Kaika Memo watched her brother transform into his Dark Forest form, and she called, "Show them what our family can do!!!"
Kaika curled around Coatkit and his four other siblings that she had recently adopted along with him, nudging him close to her warm stomach. "Shh, it's ok baby..." She murmured, nuzzlinghis head warmly.
She gave a purr, rasping her tongue over the surface of Coatkit's narrow and fragile head. "It's ok, you're safe with momma..."
OOC: If anyone wants Kaika to adopt a kit that is abandoned, lost, or simply does not have a guardian, she will adopt. But as for now, I have to go. ;C Getting an art award! 
Bye! If you have a kit like that you want Kai to adopt, PM me!
Firework, the deadliest enemy to the forest and a massive, bulky Tiger x Cheetah hybrid stalked in. Her mismatched eyes; the left a rich blue and the right a flaming orange, eyes gleamed maliciously, and her upper lip curled into snarl, exposing fangs as thick as a Twoleg nest railing, and as long as butcher knife. The sharpness, oh yes. They were sharper than a thorn and blade combined. The enormous white female stalked about, glancing at cats, her claws which matched her fangs barely able to not dig into the earth.
Lee, an amazingly intellegent, beautiful pure white pelted she-cat with flaming eyes of orange confidently strode in with the stride of a lion. Her orange-palid bandanna ruffled her neck fur, and when her orange-streaked bangs swiveled into her gorgous face, she tucked it in place with one incredibly small paw and continued, her small golden earing wiggling about with her elegant, collected walk.
OOC: What, Texpelt.
OOC: Wow as in good or bad, Texpelt?
Lee settled beneath a blooming cherry blossom and batted at a moth fluttering by, giving her signature smile.
OOC: Omg, LOL! xD
"Hnn," Lee hummed, clearly bored. Why was everything here so boring? She should have stayed in the mountains. Her wind-blown alabaster fur fluffed slightly, orange streaked bangs following, golden hoop earing jiggling again.
Kaika curled around her adopted son, singing in a soft hum to quiet him and send him to sleep whilst pushing him close to her stomach in case hew wanted to eat. Meanwhile, Lee groned again, flopping lazily to her side.
The pure white, long haired Lee sat beneath a Weeping Willow, head lowered, shoulders sagged, tail dragging over the ground. No one liked her. Was it because of her intelligence? Her scarf? Her orange eyes were dull with deppression.
Lee barely flicked an ear. "Hi." Came her hollow, lonesome response. Her plaid orange scarf ruffled her neck fur, but she did not care. It would not matter.
