she-cat needs a mate(2 toms needed)

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    Ravenflight looked around. He was a loner, and wanted a matte. He tore at a bird. He enjoyed catching birds; how he could chase them through trees, the wind running through his fur, giving his black pelt a glossy shine. As he finished, he noticed a female.

    Plutonight's dark silver pelt was slicked down along his back, feeling quite lowly at the fact he'd fallen into the stream. The handsome feline brought himself to a sit, beginning to wash the mud off himself. Plutonight pricked his ears at a sudden sound, and peeked through the bush behind him. His warm blue gaze locked onto the she-cat padding onward, and felt a sudden pang of emotion. "Hello!" Plutonight called, stepping through the bush to greet her.

    Warmheart had pitch black fur the boudin his fur was broken by his ret eyes and stripes of red down his back in a skunk like pattern his chest was also red... He was back from hunting

    Plutonight took on a confused expression, wondering if the she-cat had heard. He took another few steps forward, admiring her beauty. "Hello. Who're you?" he asked, hooking his tail. He shuffled his black paws against the grass beneath, the sun sending off a kind glint in his eyes.

    Plutonight's smile melted into a real one, and he felt a purr rise in his throat. "My name's Plutonight. Yours?" the tom fired another question at the she-cat, a soft purr lacing his tone.

    Ravenflight saw the female and the male. Mistaking them for mates, he kept eating.