Willowpaw needs a mate! (Toms)

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  • Willowpaw, a cream tabby she-cat with sea-green eyes, was stretched out on her belly, absorbing the rays of sunlight. She purred under her breath, "I'm so glad it's Newleaf... Leafbare was too cold!" She sank her claws into the sandy soil. "The only thing that could make this better would be a vole!"

  • "Wanna share?" She asked, smiling at him. Her tail curled over her paws, then straightened out again.

  • Bending down, she chewed at the meat, their muzzles so close they almost touch. For some reason, she feels her ears turn hot, as if she's embarrassed, but not the same. She's done this kind of thing before, why was it suddenly so different?

  • Her tail was twitching left and right, and at one point it brushed against Hawkpaw's. She nearly jumped, but tried to be cool about, and scooted her tail a little away.

  • "Um... Sorry," Willowpaw's ears felt as though they were on fire; this time, she really was embarrassed. She chewed carefully, staring at the vole.

  • Willowpaw looked at him, "Y-you are?" She couldn't keep her tail from quivering slightly. It was as if it had a mind of its own.

  • If any cat could blush, she would have turned red. "Thank you. I've never felt this way about anyone before..." Willowpaw looked at her paws, sitting up.