The Snowtipped Pride - A Private RP with Adofo

[Adofo]

Mala: We'll both do it! One...two...three!
They touched the stone and under their paws both glowed pink
Mala: Love! ...Guess that means we all love each other, then!

(You okay?)

[Labatis]

(Yeah, I am pretty fine now, hopefully its passing.)

Ganiru smiled. "I guess so!" the immature cub kept purring uncontrollably. He loved his new home and family very much, no wonder why the stone was pink.

Memka had assumed it would be pink, knowing how she was feeling the entire time. The stone only confirmed it.

[Adofo]

Mala turned around and pinned his son to the ground with his muzzle, shooting him with love filled kisses at his little tummy

[Labatis]

Ganiru laughed, squirming around. "That tickles!" He squeaked, his voice sounding odd as he chuckled throughout his short sentence.

[Adofo]

Mala smiled at his sons squealing. He laid down on the ground so he could tickle him with his paws

[Labatis]

Ganiru continued to squirm around, rolling over onto his stomach and attempting to crawl away. "Help!" he cried out, having to laugh at the ''tickling''. He was a sensitive cub, after all.

[Adofo]

Mala gently bit his tail and slowly dragged him back while laughing an evil laugh

[Labatis]

Ganiru immediately gripped onto the ground with his claws, small bits of dirt rolling into uncomfortable spots of his paw. The cub soon sheathed his claws, knowing that he would eventually be dragged over anyways. Once he was close enough to his father, he tried to shift over onto his back again and kick at his cheekbone. Of course, it was difficult, especially since his tail was being gripped in such a way that it somewhat hurt to turn around.

[Adofo]

As his son's foot pushed against his cheek, Mala let go, giving his son a chance to escape

[Labatis]

Ganiru hurried to the end of the cave as soon as he felt the release of his father's grip. He caught his breath, eying him carefully. Why waste his freedom hiding? He had the chance to get even! A smirk was slapped onto his face as he lowered himself down, his shoulder blades wriggling eagerly. Although he didn't know a whole lot about fighting, there was still instinct. The cub raced forward, ramming himself into his father's leg. "How do you like that?" he taunted, needing to pant to catch his breath again.