Marshfoot needs a mate! (Toms needed)

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    Marshfoot was wandering around, wondering what to do.






    (Marshfoot is a grey-furred with white and black flecks and splotches, green-eyed, long-legged she cat from ShadowClan.)

    My cat is a flame tabby with dazzling blue eyes.


    Redflame padded up to her, his eyes kind and gentle. He flicked his tail. "You bored too?" he assumed as he sat down across from her.

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    VanillaCoffee padded over. "Hey you two. Wanna come on a hunting patrol?" The tabby yawned. "I've been up all night trying to make sure that BillboardNominee didn't fall asleep on his vigil. Even though I'm not his mentor anymore I still feel like watching over him." He said



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    Redflame nodded, and his apprentice bounced over. She was a brown tabby with amber eyes. "May I come too?", she asked her mentor. Redflame shook his head in mock disapproval. "You're supposed to be helping Gorgepaw patching up the den," he argued. Eaglepaw's eyes widened with dismay. "But he's SO annoying! He won't stop talking!", she cried. Redflame sighed and meowed, "I guess you can come." Eaglepaw squealed and bounced up.

    "Let's go." Marshfoot's green eyes were looking around the camp. She had looked all around the camp and her gaze had stopped at Redflame.
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    It seemed like Marshfoot could read minds. It was half true, cause she could figure out the feelings showing in your eyes. Right know, Marshfoot saw kindness and gentleness in Redflame's eyes. She then saw a different feeling she'd seen many times, she just couldn't figure it out.

    Marshfoot came out of the daze. "Oh! Sorry, your eyes are just very , dazzlingly, bright!" She said clumsily, feeling stupid.

    Hearing nearby voices, Bonewish lifted his maw to the air, hoping to catch a scent. He could detect the others were both ShadowClan, so at least he didn't have to deal with trespassers. The white and gray-mottled tom made his way towards his Clanmates, but also made sure to stay along the shadows. He didn't want to be noticed too quickly.

    "I smell something! A cat! A ShadowClan cat!" Marshfoot suddenly exclaimed. "I know he's in our Clan, but why not just say he's there?" She asked Redflame.

    Redflame shrugged. "Thank you for the compliment about my eyes. I would think someone would be spying on us," he raised his voice with that sentence.

    Bonewish glared at the two cats; but not with hostility. The tom flicked his tail, just now noticing he was up-wind of his Clanmates and his scent was probably beyond noticeable. He sighed and took a step out of the shadows, his emerald eyes gleaming in the shadows as he peered upon the sight of the other cats. "Greetings," Bonewish greeted them, his voice as light and airy as the wind.