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A fairly young leopardess, who has been napping in the mid branches of a lush Wild Fig tree, blinks lazilly as she peers down the trunk of the massive tree, seemingly debating whether or not the decent is worth her effort.
She rises, digging her claws in to the bark, and stretches her muscles, preparing to tackle the hurdle of gravity. Most likely her aching stomach has made the choice for her. It's been several days now...perhaps even weeks, since her mother's departure. Although reluctant to leave the tree in which she was warned to stay, Kitwe has ventured out into the brush when her hunger became intollerable, to scavenge for scraps of meat. She would never have abided such foul stuff in the days before her abandonment (for that was all that she could imagine that it had been; abandonment), but the now ever-present pang of starvation compelled her to chew and swallow. If, that is, she could find some.
Her decent from the tree wasn't nearly so graceful as it should have been. She was weakend by malnourishment, and had become fearful and uncertain of her every action after being left alone. She slips most of the way, and tumbles into the tall grass with a plop.
"ouch.." she whispers, righting herself. She sniffs the air, catches a faint whiff of something that could be a meal, and heads off in the direction she believes it to be coming from, making certain to remember the landmarks she passes so that she can once again find her way back.

Pridals...blah. The little gray cub pushes her way through the lush jungle brush, ears flat against her skull, shoulders slightly haunched. The smells of lions here are very thin...there hasn't been a lion here in moons, probably. Which is all to Ciyari's advantage. She's going to take this place over; this'll be her place now. She rules it. She's the new Queen. The thought seems to please the little lioness cub.

She slumps up against the large fig tree, flopping to the ground in a quick movement, as if her legs had just suddenly decided to take a break. Her stomach rumbles. Loudly. She's so hungry...she can't really even remember the last time she ate. Maybe it was that leaf she attempted to chew for lunch; but that proved quite inedible, and was quite disgusting besides. Sulking, the cub curls up into a ball, still leaning against the tree, as if it were some comfort. All alone again, then. That's nice. No food. Little bit of water. She'd give her tail for some meat, though. Not much. Just a bit of a zebra limb, or some nice little shrews. She's not picky.

Her eyebrows slip drowsily, eyes half-lidded.

(It's okay, I was gone, too. ;D And Kitwe's really cute. ^__^)

Her brain is a bit slow in catching up with her ears; it's not only until the branch falls on her tail that her brain makes the connection between pain and something strange going on. But, mostly, it's pain.

"Yow!" She yelps, jumping up onto all fours, luckily tugging her tail loose with the first lunge forwards. She runs about under the tree quite aimlessly for a moment, wild-eyed, little hisses and growls coming from her. That wasn't nice. In fact, t hat was downright surprising and nasty.

The gray cub finally retains enough sense to look up - where the branch had come from - in search of the culprit. Eyes spot something in the trees; something with a light pelt, small, with...rosettes? It's a leopard cub!

"That hurt," She said, directing her complaints upwards, and trying to tilt her head to see the creature again. But at least the creature is apologizing. Something in the voice tells her that it's a female, although it's hard to be sure...she's never been around leopards all that much. One leopard looks very much like another, to her. "'Twasn't very nice, but you did apologize," She adds, haughtily. "I suppose I'll have to let it go."

Kitwe cringed again at the reproachful scolding. At least she isn't going to be mauled...she hopes. She leans over the branch again, to look down at the lion cub, making sure to keep all four paws clawed firmly into the tree.
"I...I really didn't mean to. You just s-s-startle me, is all, and I was trying to get a better look." She paused for a moment, taking in the lion cub's features more closely. This cub had said that she wouldn't eat her, but the expression on her face seemed a bit iffy to Kitwe. "Can.....can lions climb trees?" The words tumbled quickly out of her mouth as soon as she thought them. She regretted speaking them immidiatly after doing so. Why was she giving this other cat ideas? She was just asking for it, wasn't she?

((OMG. I finally RP! O0O XD;;; sorry if it's bad XD; ))

Deep within the Mistweaver territory, a little leopard cub played. Her cream and orange colored tail was held up and out for balance and her little frame was in a stalking position. Kasida pounced on a small toad, her small paws missing it. The green and brown toad gave a little hop. Its back was covered in warts, and its throat heaved in and out, occasionally making a large bubble. It wasn't worried, he knew the cub couldn't catch him. She patted at it with the soft pads on her paws and the toad leaped forward, into a bush. Kasida lurched forward, missing it again. And as she continued her game, she heard something that made her stop in her tracks - voices. Cautiously approaching the sounds, Kasida saw three little cubs, two lions and a leopard like herself.

Being tripped over certainly wasn't the best way to be woken up in the morning, but Kota had no choice. He was having a nice dream about food... yes... food... when a small force slammed into him. His bright blue eyes flew open, wide in surprise, as he lept up, his back against the tree. He didn't yelp out loud, but it was a close thing.

As he recovered from the initial shock, he looked around, still breathing heavily. He caught sight of another lion cub. A gray one. A few feet away. Oh, so she must be what ran into him. A rustle in the tree above him tore his attention away from the lion cub. He looked up to discover a... leopard? That must be it. In the trees above. Oh great. How did they get here anyway? They weren't here when he fell asleep... were they? He didn't know much about leopards... he'd never really met one before. What were they going to do to him? Should he try to run for it? But there were two of them, and only one of him... So he kept silent, waiting for some sort of response from either of them.

((Edit: Oh wow... is it just me? Or do I take way too long to write an RP post? XD;; ))

The gray cub lets out a wheeze, as if she had forgotten how to breathe properly for a moment, and her brain was just deciding to kindly remind her. Still upside-down against the tree that halted her precarious movement across the jungle floor, she merely stares at the new ivory-pelted cub, vision a little fuzzy. He's so...white. The color hurts her eyes, and so she closes them, flopping back down to her side and only reluctantly reopening them. Well, he's certainly a quiet one! Thus, it's with much greater swiftness that she gets back her voice - a loud, obnoxious one, at that. "What did you think you were doing, lying there like that? You coulda hurt me!" Huffily, she gets to all fours, quite on her dignity as she puffs up, looking insulted for the second time today. This is just a day for accidents, isn't it?

As the leopard's voice rings above, she glances up with a slight scowl, tiny tail swishing. "I'm fine," She quips smoothly, before catching glimpse of something above the leopard cub...goodness, is that another leopard cub?

"Where'd you lot all come from?" Ciyari complains in a whining tone, from a mixture of shock, annoyance, and hurt pride.