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 Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 1:39 pm
 Kichaa'noga had managed to escape the den today while her mother and siblings slept. Kifa had been to busy doing whatever it is that she does while they slept, and Daddy Kwea was nowhere around. He was probably meandering around with the men, giving Kichaa the most opportune time to go look around outside the den for others whom she had only seen previously from the entrance. New people, that's what she wanted to see.
The little Banu was still shakey on her legs, but it didn't stop her from being a rowdy ball of energy, zooming by in a run the best she could. It was quite a sight to see, little fumbling bright red legs, running all over the place, around trees, under other Banu, she was a little speed racer. It made her giggle, oh how it made her giggle.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 1:55 pm
Anwar stalked through the pridelands, the sunlight casting dappled shadows on his dark stripey coat. He blended well, as he had learned when he was still very small. Blending meant being overlooked, and when he was overlooked things could be overheard. He liked hearing about things, liked learning and knowing. It was important to know, it was powerful to know. He wanted to know more, all the time he always wanted to know more. He needed to know. Anything. Everything. All of it, he wanted it.
Quietly, he paused, frowning at the faint sounds of surprise. What was going on over there? No one seemed disturbed...perhaps there were cubs playing? He had new siblings now, and he knew some of the other Banu had been with little ones recently. The pride was growing so quickly he was having difficulty keeping track of them now. But he would manage to at least know of all their members, darn it. He refused to lose track of anything!
He'd need to know these things someday, when he was just a bit bigger. He would use this knowledge to earn his way higher and higher, until surely his father must notice him...
...and speaking of noticing, wow that cub was bright.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 2:18 pm
As Kichaa'noga passed by people she looked up at them cheerfully, squeaking out her little greetings and happy cub noises, not really paying attention where it was she was actually going. She had stumbled a couple of times doing this, over her own feet, over rocks, over others. It was her first time outside the den and she was so excited she didn't even know what to do first. Chase that bug, sniff the grass, play with rocks, play with grown-ups, bother other cubs, so manny choices at her disposal!
Her choice was quickly made up for her when she ran into Anwar'Mazin with a tiny little 'Ooof!'. The little cub had fallen onto her back and was now wiggling in the dirt attempting to flip herself back over. "Help! Chacha not get up! Chacha not get up!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 2:28 pm
Ooof indeed. Anwar stumbled himself, not being the sturdiest young lion out there, when he was run into by the bright red...loud...cub...thing. He shook himself, feeling mostly unhurt. Except for a small sore spot where she'd slammed herself into him, nothing serious on his part.
The cub on the other hand...
Anwar stared. She was red. Red. There were lots of colors in the pride, but he'd not seen quite that shade of red before. Who was it? Someone new probably...that Pad with the red mane had had a Banu expecting cubs...a spotty Banu. This cub had spots. Now...which pad was the one with the red mane...
...maybe he'd better help her.
With a sigh, Anwar nosed the writhing and squirming cub over so that she was on her belly rather than her back. "There. Now you can get up yourself," he suggested. He didn't want to do everything for her, then she'd never learn. And he honestly did not have time do to that. He wasn't going to babysit some other Pad's cubs, that was their siblings' jobs.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 2:49 pm
Kichaa giggled wildly as Anwar pushed her over onto her belly with his nose. It tickled so much to the little banu her little cheeks were starting to hurt from the smiling. As she managed to fully fall onto her belly she started picking herself up with her little shaky legs. Looking up she gave Anwar a big smile and trotted forward with a purr and rubbed against his leg in greeting.
"Chacha got up! Thank for help for Chacha!" Kichaa said bubbly. She was young, very young, still struggling with walking and words, but knew enough to be understood by any dolt, unless they were really that thick in the head.
"What name?" Kichaa asked, looking up at Anwar, "Chacha is Chacha."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 2:59 pm
Anwar was still as stone as the little red Banu rubbed up against him. She was little enough that it didn't matter, once she was older she'd learn to know better than to act that way around strange Pads. But while she was little she was cute enough to get away with it. And he didn't care either way. If he was nicer to someone, then they would be friendlier to him. And if they became friends, they would trust him more, and tell him more, and he would learn more. It was only a good thing for him to behave in a friendly manner.
But this was a cub. She should be with parents...not that he'd been with his mother much at her age. But at least he'd not been cannoning into people!
"My name is Anwar," he told her, finally moving the leg she was rubbing to tuck it closer to his chest and out of the way. He didn't want someone to think he was trying to win another Banu, not when he hadn't talked to Pad Vu about Zarha yet. He needed to do that soon, she was a bit older than he was and the idea of Zarha being given to someone else...
"Does Chacha know where Chacha's mommy and daddy are?" he tried, wondering if he could simply bring her back and be done with it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 3:33 pm
"Daddy Kwea?" Kichaa asked, figuring everyone knew how Daddy Kwea was, just like she figured everyone knew who her Mommy was. They weren't held up in a den all day like she was, so she knew for fact no one knew her. The little bright red banu shook her head back and forth slowly, "Chacha not know where Daddy Kwea. Daddy Kwea gone. Daddy Kwea come back?"
It was funny to hear the little banu try and explain things to others. She generally never had to, as the whole den knew what was going on at all times. Regardless, she tried her best to make Anwar understand what she was trying to say.
"Mommy home! Mommy home with others! Others like Chacha." She smiled, taking to trying to weave her way underneath Anwar's legs like she liked to do to her mother when she wasn't being payed any attention.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 4:03 pm
Kwea? Was that the Pad with the red mane and spotted Banu? He couldn't recall...the name was familiar, and the image was very familiar, he'd seen the male on patrol once or twice. But did the name fit the image.
"Does daddy have a red mane?" Anwar asked her, trying to follow what she was saying. Had he ever talked like that? He hoped he'd always made sense when he spoke, not that he'd spoken much at first. Listening was better-
"Hey, I'm not tall enough," he protested, taking a step back as the cub tried to weave through his legs. Honestly, what was this? She was reminding him of Pari almost, only less...calm. Ugh.
"So...so your fath- your daddy is out. But your mommy is home?" Anwar tried. With others...probably brothers and sisters. Were they all this...this...vibrant?
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 4:36 pm
Kichaa stopped for a moment and starred up at Anwar wondering pondering what he was asking for a moment. Did Daddy Kwea have a red mane? Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No...YES. Yes, Daddy Kwea did have a red mane, it was really, really, dark though. Not like Kichaa, not like Egemen.
She nodded to Anwar, "Daddy Kwea Red."
Kichaa gave a small pout as Anwar kept trying to pull himself away from her. Didn't he like to play? Was he too big to play? All she knew is it was making her feel not happy, and she didn't like feeling not happy.
"Mommy sleep. We play now?" She asked.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 4:45 pm
Red. Okay, so then that must mean he had the right Pad in mind. Okay...so...the mother was...that spotty girl, right? The one he'd seen by the dens the other day? So then, that meant he could take this cub home and problem solved.
Or...not...
"Okay, I guess we can play a little...?" Anwar finally sighed, watching that pout warily. He hated when they cried. It was such a bother, and then he had to figure out how to calm them down again, and people thought he was being mean or something... No wonder her mother was sleeping, if she had so many cubs like this one!
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 6:40 pm
Kichaa smiled once more, her little lion tail twitching ecstatically from the excitement that was now welling inside her. She came out of the den so she could play with people, and not being able to play with people made her sad, also sleepy, but mostly sad.
Kichaa wasn't sure what her and Anwar could play. He was so much bigger than her and her sister and brother's mostly just played wrestling and who can make fun of Ricweard the most before he cries. The latter wasn't funniest, but than it also made Ricweard run to Mommy or Daddy Kwea and become the big fat tattle-tale he was and that made Kichaa mad at him a lot.
"Anwar too big for wrestle. Know more games?" Kichaa asked, tilting her head to the side, her cute little pink eyes batting in anticipation.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:32 pm
Well, she seemed to be cheering up. That was good at least. He hated when they cried... but now what? He'd been planning to go scope out the area and see if he could learn new people. Darn it, now he was stuck with some hyper little cub!
"Follow the leader?" he suggested as another game. At least he'd be able to look around, though he doubted he'd hear anything with her following him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 11:07 am
"How Chacha play?" Kichaa asked, skittering closely to him and looking him dead in the eyes with her pretty little pink ones. Sometimes Kichaa got too close for comfort, like she didn't quite realize that even in lands that weren't the Ukuucha'wafalme, that there was a thing called 'personal space' and everyone wanted it.
"Chacha not play 'efore," She said, quirking her little bright red head to the side in interest. How did one play 'Follow the Leader'? And what exactly was a 'leader'?
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:48 am
Anwar's front paws scooted back as the little Banu cub skittered closer to him, nearly touching his hind paws as he tried to determine how to express that personal space was necessary, and being so close could be misinterpreted in this kind of pride sometimes. Or any place else really, as far as he'd determined. Sure it was fine for a cub, but he was getting to be a bit more than just a cub, and if anyone got in trouble over this it would be him.
"Well, follow the leader is when one person walks around doing different things, and the other follows them and does all the same things. And then they switch." Perhaps he could lead her back to her den or something. "For inst..." he started, then stopped. His vocabulary had not been so extensive as a cub. "Like if I lead. And I jump up and down and poke a rock, then you have to jump up and down and poke the same rock when you get to it."
Was that better?
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