Gravity? Pffft. That's just my name, nothing special. (Loner tom needs a mate)

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    IC: Gravity stalked around. "Well, this is boring," the silver bengal laughed, prancing around the forest. He smiled to himself and shook his short fur, drying it off from a morning swim.

    Ok. Autumn is a long furred ginger tabby with small white paws. She is small for her age and is easily mistaken for being a kitten. She has amber eyes, but is blind in her left eye. She is brave and loyal and is easily angered. She can be stubborn when needed and will not hesitate to help someone in need. She has scars along her left flank but she shows them as a sign of bravery. When she is scared she will try her hardest to be brave even though she rarely ever does. She is afraid of water after almost drowning as a kut

    Autumn stalked after a mouse. she pounced but missed and it scurried away "mouse-dung" she growled. she saw a time and she stalked forward "hello" she called

    Gravity glanced toward the she-cat. "Hello," he meowed, walking towards her. "Aren't a clan cat, are you? If you are, you sure don't smell like one," he paused, "I'm Gravity. Nothing special, but it's a pretty good name for me coming up with it alone."


    OOC: Gravity is very talkative, as you can see. He will fall in love easily. Eventually, he will become loyal to anyone close to him.

    "Well, Autumn, where do you come from?" he added, "And how old are you?" He was trying not to be offensive, but he had no idea. The questions must be asked! He assured himself.

    He smirked in that troublemaker way and did a once-over. "Well," he began, then stopped. He simply said, "Follow me," and ran to his den, a huge oak tree. He tossed two fish down. "Hungry, Autumn?"

    He nodded again and jumped down from the tree. "Since the ice is starting to melt, tons of fish are coming back. Big ones, small ones...whatever your taste, there's usually a fish for it." He dragged the fish to the side of the river and began to eat it.