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As most of the dancers scatter to dens to sleep, fleeing from the increasing rain, a small newcomer is just coming into the pride's lands. Lightning flashes, crashing into an old tree. The small mother and her terrified offspring screech in fright, and as the burning tree topples the babies scatter in all directions, crying and seeking a place to hide. The frantic mother calls after them, managing to catch one baby before it disappears. The rest, however, are gone! Though the sun is rising, the storm is nearly black as night, and little can be seen with the lashing rain and blinding lightning.

"HELP!" the genet mother cries to any who can hear. "Help! My babies! Lost babies! No eating them!" Her agonized cries attract the attention of those who would help, and the search begins!

(m) #50 Won by: Rennekae


(f) #5 Won by: Lt Gnatty-Bug


(m) #40 Won by: DraconisSiirexus


(f) #28 Won by: Hoshi Lockhart


(m) #25 Won by: Kallysto



owned by Annchen
About the Momma: Viverri's main motivation is food and males in that order. She's mainly active at night, and can be very stubborn about defending a territory that she's claimed as hers. She's been on the move a lot lately to be able to feed her young.


owned by Annchen
About Baby 6: Kotten, no personality yet.

Auri walked up to the lioness. "You know, I was deciding if I should head back home yet or not. I guess I could help you look. If I know anything about looking for little kids and critters is that you can't panic. If you panic too much, you won't really be seeing or thinking clearly. You just gotta take a deep breath." He took a deep breath and exhaled to show how he meant. "Now... if we were little genets.. where would we flee too. Well, we'd be tiny and capable of fitting into a lot of places! I'll go over here and look."

He hoped everyone looking would be ok. Weren't they fortunate that he hadn't left yet. His gold shining fur though damp with rain was as radiant as they come he so thought. Surely, it's countenance would be the stroke of luck to draw out these babies.

This was turning into a rather disheartening exercise for the wild dog. His nose was normally sharp, clear, perfect, but the mixing of so many unknown animals and the rain was hindering him greatly. Sighing, he trudged through the mud a bit more, before finally picking up on a new scent. He followed it keenly, not able to keep the excitement out of his steps. This was it! He was going to actually save someone. Despite the stinging in his feet, he kept following, and the smell kept getting stronger. It did not match the mother, but it had definitely been near her. Kifu had been paying so much attention to the scent, he was not actually thinking of where he was going. That’s when he crashed into the lioness, toppling backwards as he ricocheted off her. “Oof,” he barked out, “I guess you’re looking for the babies too?” It was the only reason she would have their smell on her.

Kifu could not help but snicker a bit at that while finding his feet again. Apparently being covered in mud was par for the course for the rest of his life if the past few days were any indication. “Right, of course,” the lioness seemed pretty focused and uninterested working together. That was fine, maybe his nose would finally do what it normally did and lead him to the right spot. The wild dog was not going to allow himself to get discouraged, the hunt had just started after all, but even if he was a little annoyed with his lack of tracking, knowing there were others searching for the babies was heartening. He took in another deep breath, trying to sort out any scents that could be promising. The rain was not their ally, even if there was a drought. It was just confusing the trail the little ones had taken.

The female genet made an awful lot of noise, and she didn't seem to appreciate all the helpful strangers. She didn't have a huge vocabulary, but the words "NO" and "Stupid lion!" were frequently used. Didn't she understand that they were all just trying to help? Apparently not... She hissed and placed herself between the large brown lioness and her remaining cub.

"No eat him," she hissed, "I bite you!"

The genet was out of her comfort zone. She preferred to stick to the trees where she could taunt larger predators and catch tasty birds. But the tree had crumbled under her paws and she was disoriented and angry. And she was missing babies. Viverri wasn't the best at counting, but she certainly knew the difference between 6 babies and one. And an awful lot of large predators were moving in the area. This couldn't be good!