Teenage Years
"Uncle Mikey," Hunter calls, the brown-haired blue-eyed male walks out, completely soaked from head to toe. "Really? Water balloons falling from above?"
"Sounds like my brother's in a situation," Hope says to me, her long, flowing black hair with a bright red stripe lying flat against her back.
"RAPH JR." Donnie calls from the lab; a bright green-eyed male with a stocky and ninja-like build runs out with a smirk.
"It's hard to keep those two in line," Raph comments, sitting on the couch with a sigh.
"They're teenagers," I reply, turning from a white dove to a black dog, "but you're right." Barking three times, I call all the teens into the dojo for a family meeting.
"Hope, Hunter, Raph Jr.," Raph starts, standing by my side, "your mother and I were thinking that you three were ready to go topside, but the boys need to harness their good behavior before any of you can go."
All three of the teens whine and complain, but I hold up my paw. "Until Hunter and Raph Jr. start listening, none of you are going topside and that's final." Raph and I walk out as I turn into a human, hearing the two boys agree to listen more before running out.
"Mom, Dad," Raph Jr starts, his deep voice making Raph and me turn around, "what if Hunter and I listen for 2 weeks? Then can we go topside with you?"
I look to Raph for his opinion and he whispers, "It sounds like a good idea."
"Fine," I reply, my gaze meeting Raph Jr.'s bright-green, cat-like eyes, "if you and your brothers listen for a full 2 weeks, then you can go topside. That goes for your brother and sister, as well." After that, Raph and I go to the couch, sitting side by side.