WindClan tom seeking mate.

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    Scarletfang, a cinnamon and white tom from WindClan with blue eyes, stood scowling at the edge of his clan's territory. There was a she-cat in his clan he had a crush on, but no matter what he did, she didn't feel the same way. It was hopeless, and he knew it, but it didn't mean he was happy about it. He would've given her a happy life, if only she'd be his mate! Sure, he had a short temper, but it never went past being a little snippy, and he always apologized when he knew he was in the wrong. But he was loyal, and the same couldn't be said for some other toms out there. Growling and lashing his tail, Scarletfang hung his head and absently kicked a stone with his forepaw.

    Flowerstorm saw scarlet fang , curiosity got the best of her as she passed towards him " you okay?" She asked


    She's a black she at with green eyes

    TallGrass heard the stone being kicked, and it hit her paw. She cursed, then looked up to see who hit it. Her eyes softened a bit when she saw who it was. She padded over to him, and asked, "ScarletFang, are you alright?"

    Scarletfang's ears pricked as he heard the stone make contact with something, and he looked up, only to see two concerned she-cats. His cheeked burned beneath his fur with embarrassment. "I-It's nothing," he mumbled, looking away. "Sorry about the rock, Tallgrass...." he added, taking a fleeting glance at her.