flying high [ p, rosestep ] like a kite

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    After finishing he started to give himself a thorough grooming, and as time passed he started to feel a bit more frisky. Feeling uncomfortable in camp he quickly left and began wandering the territory, trying to understand why he was feeling a little weird. He made his path to where he ended up quite a ways from camp.

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    Perfect. Rosestep, funnily enough, just happened to be there. Odd how these things worked out, huh? Like how someone, say, might accidentally eat a catnip filled mouse. "Hey there, Magpieflight," she purred, grinning. She really didn't need to do this, but it made for a convenient cover story. Not to mention she got to drive him crazy.