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The she-cat started at the sound of his voice and turned her head towards the source. Her wide eyes stared on for a moment at him, not yet speaking. She pulled her paws in further to her belly and her tail curled up tighter against her, eyes then averting to the ground beneath them.
“I was just... um.... wanting permission to gather berries.” She avoids his question, gaze intently planted towards the grass.