Rouge was feeling much better now, all healed up from her wounds and even grown up completely these days. The only thing really wrong was that she was no longer home. The whole pride had been turned upside down by a bunch of bullies kicking all the nobles and the royals out. Rouge and others had been hurt, some very badly and some not at all. Most were like Rouge, healed up and back to functioning well, though there were those that were crippled. There was a lot to worry over and so much hanging over everyone as they tried to figure out how to take back their home. Her uncle was a good lion, and a good king, but Rouge couldn't deal with all that seriousness for too long.

Rouge had waited until others were not really paying attention to her with all the things going on, and has slipped away into the roguelands to find someone whom might be a little more up for fun. She had been gone for days now, and was sure her mother was going to give her SUCH a lecture about going off on her own, but really, she hunted just fine, so why not? She had just caught a small antelope for dinner and had dragged it off to a nice hiding spot. Of course now she was looking for something to do before she ate again. Suddenly, there was her answer: a purple tail.

Rouge felt like she should know that tail tuft... it looked familiar, and without so much as a how do you do to the owner, she pounced it. She might have been grown up, but she had not lost some of her silly antics. She had the tail tuft in her mouth as the individual looked back to see her. She might have given him quite a scare, and took a moment to appologize, mouth still full of tail. "Erm Sorra."

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