Honestly, this is just really bad. So....meh. Rated Worse Lionfur walked down the clearing, winking at a few she-cats. He shook his mane, his gaze resting on Sweetbriar. Parading over, he sat down by her, and unsheathed a claw, running it gently against her chin. He could feel Larksong's eyes boring into him. "Whats up?" He said causally. She giggled. "Lionfur, try you might. I don't fall for that." Sweetbriar meowed. "Oh really?" Lionfur replied, flicking his tail side-to-side cockily. Sweetbriar smiled. "Fly higher, big boy." She teased. "Wait!" "Yes?" Her voice was a tiny whisper. "I'm sorry."