~The Past Doesnt Count Now~ Ravenfeather needs a mate! -TOMS NEEDED-

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    Ravenfeather needs a warm, loving, tom mate! could you be the one? any kind of roleplayers welcome! just say if you want it to be forbidden! you have to do the age, rank, name etc.

    Name:
    Jaytalon
    Age:
    27 moons
    Gender:
    Tom, of course!
    Rank:
    Warrior of SkyClan
    Personality:
    He is loving, kind, caring, and compassionate. Though he does not have a filter from his mind to his mouth, he is extremely loyal to his Clan and loved ones.
    History:
    Jaytalon was born into SkyClan as a kit with a sister named Dewdrop. They were always laughing, chasing each other around, and you know, kit stuff. When they received their warrior names, Dewdrop seemed different and further away. So Jaytalon asked her about it in the forest, She screeched foul language at him and ran off. he hasn't seen her since, and doesn't know what has become of her.
    Other: Not that I can think of.
    Appearance:



    More Detailed Description:
    he has one white paw.

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    Forbidden?

    Ravenfeather stopped licking her paw for a change, looked around camp halfheartedly, as if somebody were to read her mind.good thing nobody knows about my past except for some warriors here. to blow the thought away, she went and asked Sparkstar for a hunting patrol.

    OOC; I tink i understand what you're saying.


    Ic; Pumaclaws sat at the border of his territory, bored. He had nothing to do, and no one to talk to. he flicked his tail absently.

    OOC:
    *nods with Lights In The Sky*


    IC:
    Jaytalon walked over to Ravenfeather. "Hey, Ravenfeather," he purred. "How are you?"

    "Sure," he purred. "Sounds fun. Thank you for inviting me." He smiled gratefully.

    Jaytalon saw the oter tom, and he was curious. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice a bit suspicious.

    "Jaytalon," he meowed, his neck fur fluffed up a bit. His tail tip flicked. What was he doing here?

    Jaytalon rolled his eyes and looked away, his tail-tip flicking with irritation.