Tamu = Pink
Mikaile & Runaih = Black

Tamu had found himself a tree, and it was a perfect tree. The tree was high enough off the ground that lions could not get to him, but low enough to the ground for which he could drag a kill up it for him to feed on for a few days, if his family didn't decide to pick off his leavings. This tree also had beautifully spaced branches, thick enough to hold Tamu's weight if he layed across them. Indeed this was the perfect tree for him.

Tamu let out a groan as he stretched on the branches, his eyes scanning his surroundings. At the moment he was settling here while he gorged himself on a tastey gazelle, but knew he would need to move on eventually, back to his family.

"Today is slow," He said to himself with a yawn. He almost thought he would see no one today, that was until he spotted something stripy in the distance, "A feline!"

Mikaile walked through the tall grasses with his brother trailing behind him. Well, it was more like stomping really. For some reason Mikaile had decided being quiet and stealthy was boring today, perhaps because neither of the brothers were hungry. They had shared a zebra the day before and were still full from it. It was something Mikaile had trouble adjusting to out here in the grasslands: there was an awful lot of food. Back in the desert things had been harder and every day had been a game of sorts. Out here things weren't as harsh, which led to...boredom.

"Well, we have an observant one," Runaih, his twin, said at his side. Runaih, being small and naturally a low creeper, was still hidden in comparison to Mikaile. The comment was likely sarcastic, but it was always hard to tell with Runaih. He liked to mess with your head.

"You in that tree!" Mikaile called, looking a little miffed the other feline wasn't very intersting, "Is that how your momma told you to stay hidden? Nice."

Tamu blinked at the two, noticing the moving grass in which Runaih was covered in. The question was a little odd. Of course his mother didn't teach him to hide in the trees, his mom was a lioness and it was already hard for her to scale them, his father was the one who showed him this trick.

"No. My Dad taught me to scale trees. Mama has a hard time climbing them because she's not a leopard like Dad," He explained, not catching on to the fact that Mikaile was attempting to insult him in some way.

Tamu had decided that Mikaile was not pleased by the fact that Tamu was in the tree, probably because he himself could not scale it, and thus came to the conclusion to join the two lions on the ground. The light pink and blue leopon put a smile on his face as he approached the two lions. Unfortunate for Tamu, he had an overly trusting nature, especially for someone living in the Rogue Lands, and never felt the need to be cautious around others.

"Trees are for storing your kills! Everyone knows that," He chirped, being overly chipper for a grown male with such a low voice.

"That's says more about your mother than anything," commented Runaih, more to himself than to the hybrid. He could tell what Tamu was, even if his twin did not. But then Mikaile missed a lot of things and there were many skills he lacked. He might be strong, a huge mass of muscles and temper, but he wasn't agile. Where Mikaile could plow down a zebra, Runaih could, yes, climb a tree, among other things.

Mikaile tilted his head and showed his teeth in distaste. Apparently he felt grumpy and confrontational today. Sometimes he actually had a good sense of humar. Like their youngest sister, he was a bit of an unpredictable fire cracker. Whatever he felt...he felt openly and fully. "Sounds like you're just taking the cheap way out. Hiding in a tree. What, fraid someone would come and beat you out for your wimpy meal?" His ears pulled back as he narrowed his eyes in apparent annoyance.

Tamu's ears instinctively fell back on his head when he heard the sound of Mikaile's voice and was immediately regretting his choice to come down and join these two on the ground. He missed his tree already.

"Dad says it's the smartest thing to do," Tamu commented, a little whine entering it, "And I'm not afraid of people taking my food. It's already in the tree and the hyenas can't climb, and the cheetahs wouldn't dare try."

He was not liking this encounter, and already missed the white, pink and blue leopard who shared his sentiments about confrontations. He hated them, hated them to the core, he didn't even like the ones he had with his siblings, and even let his sister take what she wanted from him so he wouldn't have to bother with it.

"Wow, Mikaile, I didn't think anyone could outmatch you in the low intellegence area," Runaih commented, not even trying to be subtle. In fact, he eyed the hybrid curiously to see if he would react. It seemed either way he'd be amused, but it would determine how he'd continue to play his game.

"Imagine you were down here, with it," Mikaile said, taking a large step towards Tamu. "If I came along and swiped a big ol' claw at your face-" Mikaile made the motion, swiping his paw with claws extended at the hybrid. He stopped a bit from him, though, leaving his paw raised a little, "What would you do? Shake your little fur off and climb into the tree to cry? Just like daddy said?"

"Don't make assumptions, Mikaile," said Riunaih fluidly. "He could always cry on the ground."

Tamu instinctively took a step back from Mikaile's claw extended paw, not happy where this was going. He got a bad feeling in his stomach that this would end up with him nursing wounds he never wanted, and asking for his mom to help him place salve on the open wounds.

Tamu puffed up his chest, hoping that displaying some sort of offensive tactic would ward off Mikaile from attempting to harm him. He was a pretty big cat, considering his parentage, and had some power behind him, but no taste for the fight.

"I DON'T CRY." Tamu roared, though on the inside he really wanted to whine, like a little girl, to his mom.

"That's real believable."

"Shame you didn't actually hit him, Mikaile," Runaih said, coming to stand on Tamu's other side. He was close enough that his speaking blew a bit of breath across the hybrid's fur. "We might have actually seen some."

Mikaile laughed, his mood seeming to swing around to join his twin's amusement with vigor, "Haha, oh yeah, it would have been raining. Shame." He dropped his paw, the negative energy seeming to leave his body. A flare still remained though, perhaps a fire of excitement that was just as frightening...especially when the mood came from the idea of the other feline's discomfort, to put it lightly.

Tamu intimidated feeling grew and he bore his teeth. He now wanted these two gone. The pleasant encounter he had hoped to gain out of joining these two on the ground had now become nothing more than a bubbling sense of anger towards people he didn't even know. He honestly wished his brother's and sister were present, because he knew if they were this would not be happening.

"Back. Off," Tamu growled, no longer comfortable with them being anywhere around him. He was rigid and on edge, prepared to claw someone if it made them leave him alone. He would more than likely take a beating, but he just wanted them gone now.

"Aww look, the kitten is showing his teeth," Mikaile laughed.

Eyeing Tamu's nervousness Runaih only smiled, a smile that should have been a part of a happier conversaion of the weather or early blooming of flowers. "What do you think, Brother?" he asked, circling around behind Tamu. "What do you think a hybrid tastes like, exactly?" He could have been joking but...with Runaih's nature, it was just as likely it was a true question.

"Nasty, I best," Mikaile replied honestly. Mental games weren't his forte', his taunts definately being more general and uncreative. He did, however, know how to throw his massive weight around. And now he did, moving forward to shove Tamu with his shoulder.

Tamu hissed loudly as Mikaile went to shove him. The pastel leopon, who had never had many physical confrontations in his life, overacted to Mikaile's shove and quickly went to strike him, more concerned with how badly Mikaile was going to bulldoze him than what Runaih would possibly do.

"GET AWAY." Tamu roared, his attempts at batting Mikaile away from him more akin to a drunk getting into a bar fight than any kind of seasoned warrior. Tamu's tail tucked itself firmly between his legs, despite how poofy it became at his agitation.

Mikaile wasn't the fastest of lions, but he knew how to react. It also helped that Tamu was a bit reckless and wild in his swipes. As a lion of the desert, raised to fight to live, this was a bit like being attacked by a cub. Mikaile avoided the attack, laughing at the attempt. The sad thing was, now the look in his eye showed he wanted a real fight.

"Is that how it's going to be, hu? Good. I was bored." He stepped back, his body becoming tense, just enough to prepare a powerful, but fluid strike.

While his twin seemed entertained, Runaih was not. He was in fact bored of this encounter. Now all that was left, he knew, was for Mikaile to beat up the poor sucker to no end. Where was the fun in that. So, while his brother was both gloating and preparing, Runaih lashed out with the speed his brother did not have. The attack was aimed at his feet, to knock the leopon over onto his back like a turtle.

Tamu was about to go on the defensive, hoping to survive the brutish lion's attacks when he found himself being flipped on his own rear by Mikaile's partner in crime. Tamu had forgotten he was there, and now was nastily reminded as he fell flat on his back, his head hitting the ground hard.

The pastel colored leopon curled into a ball like a grub, grabbing his head tightly as it throbbed in absolute pain. Opening his eyes he saw double and some spot, and closed his eyes once more, rparing and whining, hoping that his siblings, or parents were close enough near by to hear him and come to his rescue or aid.

"Awww, come on Runaih, he was mine," Mikaile complained, his muscles relaxing.

"You were taking too long." Runaih shrugged his shoulders and turned away from the fallen hybrid as if he had done nothing at all. He started to walk back through the grasses, his step casual, but as always, low. "Come on. What more can you do to an overturned turtle? Unless that's your thing now."

Mikaile blew a bit of his mane out of his face and rolled his eyes. "No, that's no fun," he agreed. He jumped over Tamu and followed his brother a little more loudly through the grass. They left the poor hybrid there without a scratch on their conscious. Poor boy had been very unlucky that day. But, at least his kill was still in the tree.