Today was stupid. Murdoc was stupid. That beetle was stupid. Heck, that speck of SAND was stupid. Growling constantly, Duma kicked at the sand, sending it flying across the savannah...and promptly back into his face when the wind changed direction. Spluttering and snarling in frustration, Duma rocked back onto his hind, front paws coming up to wipe the same from his mouth and eyes, snarls eventually coming together in a roar of frustration, during which he continuously hit the ground.

...Now his paws hurt. Ugh, this was all MURDOC's fault. Everything was Murdoc's fault. The cheetah was stupid and arrogant and big headed and stupid and just altogether STUPID. Duma wnted to hit him over and over again, but then Momma would get angry and he didn't want that. He loved his mother, he really did, but he hated Murdoc. What did his mother even SEE in him!?

Eyes watering a little, slightly red from the sand, he continued towards the jungle, eager for a drink.


Head low, face up, body to the ground, ears perked, tail stiff behind.

The leopard juve's bright eyes glowed in the darkness of the underbrush as she stalked her way around, searching tirelessly for her prey.

"Prey, prey, prey..." she muttered softly to herself. She silenced herself quickly, remembering she wasn't supposed to make noise. If she made noise, the prey would hear her and escape.

Then it'd call for back-up and SHE WOULD BE KILLED.

"Noooooo!" she cried, throwing herself to the ground in a dramatic heap. She sobbed quietly, face buried in the dry grass. Abruptly, she raised her head, and one could see that she hadn't been crying at all. Then the chubby leopardess jumped to her feet and raced out of the jungle's end, like a cheetah bolting for a meal. Problem was, Gogo hadn't found any prey at all. Actually, she'd never hunted before; ever. But she had seen something. Something was her prey, in her mind.

Eyes set hard on their goal, Gogo continued racing for whatever she was after. Back paws digging into the ground, she made one huge leap to latch onto the back of her prey.

"PINK PREY~!" she screeched, claws outstretched as her body flew through the air.

She missed the leotah completely and promptly fell on her face behind him.


"WHA!?"

Duma screeched rather loudly as he instinctively ducked, diving forwards at the same time to land several feet further forwards than he'd originally been, small twigs and leaves stuck into his fur. His eyes were wide, though soon narrowed as he glanced behind him at whatever had leapt at him. It was...a leopard? Like, a baby one?

What was it with him and CRAZY people!? First there was Murdoc, who was stupid, then that crazy black guard-lionness girl who's like, attacked him. And then that flea-ridden lionnes who couldn't speak. What was he, a frickin' MAGNET!? Growling softly, irritated now, Duma stood himself up, inhaling so as to puff his chest out a little further and make himself seem larger.

Then he began forwards, stopping just in front of the smaller leopardess so he was towering over her - or at least, would be until she stood up. "Who're you?" he sneered, not really interested.


The chubby leopardess hobbled to her feet, shaking her head and body to recover from her face-plant with the ground. She staggered a bit closer to the towering leotah, head bowed low, like a drunkard or a ghost. Then she moved her head up, face pointing to the male and twitching to the left in an extremely eerie fashion. She stared for a good, long while.

Then she grinned from ear-to-ear in all her under-biting glory, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Gogo is Gogo!" she answered, tail flicking behind her. Then she gasped, recoiling a bit and pressing a paw to her chest. "Don't tell me you've forgotten your own grand-daughter's face...!" she said, expression pained and disbelieving. "Have you forgotten my children, too? And even...Even SHISHI?" she said, beginning to get choked up.

"OH, WHAT WILL I TELL THEM?!" she wailed suddenly, flinging herself at the leotah's feet and sobbing into her rather large paws.


Right, definitely crazy. Oh, but now she wanted a staring contest. Snorting, a hint of a smirk curving his maw, Duma stared back intently, ignoring the twitching. Staring contests he could do - he'd had more than enough of them with his siblings and with the jerkface. But she was pretty good...and then she grinned. She GRINNED?! She was properly crazy, and Duma found himself taking a step back, prepared to run should she try to hurt him or something.

Gogo? What type of name was that? Dumanla was a proper name, not Gogo. And was she speaking about herself in the third person? No, se wasn't no...Grand-daughter!? What the hell? Who the frick was Shishi!? Stumbling backwards she she landed at his feet, he recoiled away from her with a look of disgust on his face. He certainly didn't have any grand-daughter - he knew he couldn't have, 'cause it was impossible. As Murdoc had mocked him about countless times.

"You're crazy," he snorted, turning to leave, "Go get some help or something, weirdo."


The leotah's derogatory comments were doing nothing to deter Gogo, for she was quite used to them. In fact, they didn't really register in her mind as being bad most of the time. They were just words to her; words without meaning. They never spoiled her game. Her games were far too much fun to play, so she was always focused on them rather than what someone else was feeling.

"GRANDMA!" Gogo cried, standing and reeling around to face the brown and pink male. She trotted up to him, stretching a foreleg in front of one of his own forelegs like some kind of barrier, keeping him from taking another step. The juvenile's face was stern, but caring, like she was really trying to help.

"You're ill. You shouldn't be walking around. Such times as these are times as such!" she said, barely making sense as she pieced together phrases she'd heard from adults over time to more accurately play a mature role.


He growled as he walked away, trying to ignore her. But then she blocked him, and he nearly tripped over than damned paw of hers, having to steady himself before rounding on her with a growl, flashing his small yet sharp teeth in an intimidating manner. One could tell that he was growing up - his roar was developing into something more than a pitful squeak, his teeth were larger and he was becoming more muscular. Something he got from his father, perhaps?

Using his larger paw to roughly push hers out of the way - although he was careful not to hurt her for the meantime - his growl deepened. "Go away! I'm not your grandma, and I'm fine. Go find your mom or something. I don't care what, but just go AWAY!"


"It's okay," the leopardess said, her voice soft and soothing, trying to console her beastly "grandma". Despite having been pushed out of the way, she merely came back again. She went in front of the leotah again, pressing his leg with her forehead to turn him around.

"Gogo will take you back home. You need your rest, 'cause, ummm..." she said, wheels of her mind turning to find something else to say to fuel the game on. "'cause if you don't rest, your brain will melt! 'cause you're sick." she said simply, continuing to push her head into the male's shoulder to turn him around and have him follow her. Whether or not it worked didn't matter.

Suddenly, the leopardess snorted loudly, taking in scents like a pig.

"GRANDMA!" she exclaimed angrily, jumping back to get a good look at the leotah. "You haven't been BATHING, have you?" she said accusingly.


Ugh, seriously. He had to try and meet some sane people instead of the insane. You never knew, he might actually ENJOY their company. Although, there was Hafi - he did enjoy Hafi's company. But when Gogo started pushing against him, that was the last straw, Duma lashing out to shove her aside, although he was careful to keep his claws sheathed. He didn't want blood - just for her to leave him alone!

"NO! I'm not going wherever you want me to, I'm going to MY home! Get lost! You're a stupid crazy WEIRDO!" he shouted, clearly trying to get through to her. Well...that, and he quite liked shouting. 'Cause he was definitely the best at it. Her jumping back pleased him, thinking he'd finally gotten through...but no. More insults and just general craziness.

"I'M NOT YOUR GRANDMA!" he roared, getting anygry now. His face was screwed up in anger as he crouched slightly, taking a clearly offensive stance before the smaller leopardess. He didn't care if he smelt, or if he didn't. He just wanted her to get LOST. Or at least leave him alone and go bother some other Leotah. And so, he charged forwards, shoving past her rather roughly in the hopes that she'd be too startled to follow.


Gogo was thrown off her feet, wobbly body rolling a few times before she slumped to a stop. She remained motionless for a few moments, as if unconscious, completely stiff and not breathing. And maybe she was? Who could say?

But then there was a sign of life.

A tiny growl.

Gogo jumped to her feet, stocky legs gripping the ground and ripping her towards the male at full speed. She didn't look mad. In fact, she looked happy. And why shouldn't she be? She was playing.

It wasn't long before she caught up to the leotah again. Her back paws ejected her off the ground and she went flying for the male, arms outstretched to grip his back once she landed on him (which was her plan). This time, she wouldn't miss.

"PREY~!" she screeched like a failed battle cry, stomach lurching with the sensation of falling. To her glee, she landed successfully on the male's back. She pricked her claws barely in his skin, arms holding his back tight. It looked more like she was hugging him than attacking.

And there she remained, giggling and holding on as tight as she could. If she fell off, the game would be over, and that wouldn't be much fun!


There wasn't any crazy talk or growling. No shouts of 'Grandma!' or whatever crazy things shouted. So that was clearly a good sign. Slowing a little, thinking he was rid of her, Duma panted a little. He had not asked for this today. And he was tired - Murdoc had decided to paly a game of 'Let's keep Duma awake' last night. The stupid jerkface.

And then she landed. On his back.

Snarling loudly now, seriously pissed off, Duma threw himself from side to side to try and get her off. And when that didn't work, he did what Murdoc did whenver he was playing this game - he rolled over onto his back, putting his full weight onto the smaller leopardess, not caring if he hurt her or not. He just wanted her off and as far away from him as possible!


"Eee~!" Gogo cried out softly, as if not really meaning it. Her voice grew muffled and then was cut off completely as she was smothered into the ground. The feel of someone's back rolling her out like a mud pie was very odd at first, and somehow tickled and hurt at the same time. She didn't know whether to laugh or claw the male's back flesh to pieces. In the end, Gogo merely lied there, body going limp, letting out a strange, dead sigh.

Then there was silence.

Gogo didn't move. Gogo didn't breathe. She was just there, limp, looking quite dead.


Duma growled, only getting up when he was convinced she wasn't moving. Standing, scrambling to his feet a little awkwardly, he looked down at the small leopardess with an uninterested expression. Wrinkling his nose, he snorted. If she was dead..that was bad, right? But it had been her fault! She'd been annoying. Reaching forwards, he nudged her with a paw, before hopping backwards incase she jumped up.

...Maybe she was dead. But that was one less crazy in the world, right?

Feeling a little guilty, and a lot hungry, Duma turned, racing away and back towards his den. Momma would've brought them food by now.


A strong, warm breeze rustled through the tall grasses and swept over Gogo, bouncing off her fur and blowing far away into the distance. There was silence on the savanna. Gogo had been left alone; left for dead, lying on her back in the dead grass. The leotah was long gone.

Gogo's eyes snapped opened.

She stared in the direction the leotah had gone in, though he had long since disappeared.



"Preyyyyy..." she whispered evilly.