<div align="center"><em><strong>~TIGRIA/Marketplace/Town Square~</strong></em></div><br/><em>“And catch me? You couldn’t catch a cold!”</em><br/><br/>Lynx's parting shot had her gearing up for a  pounce, ready to snatch an ear in a tight paw grip because oh yes, she was<em>that</em>close. It had also managed to bring a smile to her mouth, delight at the simple chase she was giving. But once again luck was with the little brat as the looming figure of Cheetarik spilled into her vision, and Tigria would pull up just short of wrapping her paws around his haughty little neck. All in good fun of course. Sky blue eyes would watch as a massive fist met the face of an offending shit-talker, and she found herself quite caught up in the spectacle of the huge Cheetah sauntering towards her. Almond eyes would blink as he came to tower over her, asking her to calm down, his mighty paw moving out to open for her, and show within the necklace she had been looking at earlier.<br/><br/>Lynx was being...well Lynx, nice and loud and proud, bouncing around, spewing on about Cheetarik's strength, knowing full well that the attention of the crowd and the huge cat before her would have her frozen. Crowds, attention directed her way was so NOT her forte. But the offering of such pretty jewels, this brought a purr followed quickly by a soft yelp. A paw came up to cover her mouth, her ears drooping as eyes widened, gazing up at Cheetarik in mortification as Lynx told the hulking cat to 'be gentle with her'.<br/><br/>“You're going to pay for this Lynx, I swear...and I hope your fish spoils..!” A parting shot would be given Lynx which she knew he would very well hear, even over the howls of the nearby crowd, the call to witness the Orange Howler in all his wondrous glory. In fact she heard the Howler proclaim to his opponent that Cheetarik was most<em>definitely</em>the largest cat in all the Lair. How true.<br/><br/>A step back would be taken from the mountain of a cat, her embarrassment very obvious, as she began shaking her head back and forth. She would shift from leg to leg, a sure sign that she was ready to flee the situation, even as she began to stammer. “ I...oh I couldn't. I mean you're sweet!..and nice..but it's so expensive..but really..it..it's too much..!” A canine worked her lower lip as she gazed at the beauty of the sapphires before her in longing, knowing that accepting such a gift wouldn't be right, no matter how bad she wanted it. A paw came up to smooth white hair over a shoulder, about to proclaim again that he was really very sweet, but she just couldn't, when she was jostled, she was bumped, she was...touched.<br/><br/>Her demeanor changed instantly. The shy tigress washed away in a quick moment, blue eyes snapping down to glare at the floofy little caracal who now blinked innocently up at her, apologies spilling forth in a sickeningly sweet manner. Oh but Tigria saw the flick of the little kits eyes towards the necklace Cheetarik still held. She witnessed the tension thrumming through the Caraina, and knew right away what the small cat was up to. Tigria wasn't a Cleric for nothing. Claws slid out as her mouth curled into a snarl, ready to snatch the annoying little kit up in her capable paws until a shriek tore through the crowd. Tigria's head whipped up, seeing a female cat tearing through the throng with guards in tow, yelling to grab up the caracal. Caraina was already tensing again, spewing out more words that didn't matter, and Tigria knew that it was time to just let the action of others run their course, as well as take as much attention off herself as possible. Looking again to Cheetarik, the warrior that had surfaced so swiftly drained away once again, and she offered him a sheepish grin as her mind worked on how to get out of the current situation.<br/><br/>“ Really...um...it's real nice of you, but I can't take such an expensive gift...it...um..goes against my upbringing? Yeah...that....how about we just go watch the fight instead? Hey..maybe you could take on the Howler!” As she was speaking she was moving through the crowd, nearing the ring, and turning her attention to Rus and his antics, and now...the flighty caracal as well. Somehow she had made her way into the ring with the fighters, and as she watched, Rus grabbed up Caraina to whip her around and toss her at Pumal. Her own howl of delight mingled with that of the gathered crowd, glancing over her shoulder to urge Cheetarik to join in the fray, until her gaze captured another sight. Panthrix was at the edge of the congregation, his meaty paws on the shoulders of two kits. Twins....and one was coming through the gathered cats towards the ring...<br/><br/>...oh no...<br/><br/><br/>