Cedarheart wants a mate (she-cats please)

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    OOC: My new WindClan warrior, Cedarheart - a light brown tom with darker stripes and deep green eyes. He's soft-spoken and kind - doesn't like fighting and avoids unnecessary confrontation. (I'm pretty active, I'll be on almost daily but not before two on weekdays. And I'd actually be writing on the advanced boards if I felt like it, so don't expect one-sentence responses from me.)


    IC: Cedarheart padded back into camp, carrying a plump rabbit in his jaws. A gleam of pride shone in his eyes and a soft purr rumbled in his throat - the rabbit had led him all throughout the territory, but he'd persisted and caught it. Now, to give it to a certain she-cat...

    Snowfeather, a pure white she-cat with green eyes, was sitting near the warrior's den, licking the dirt off of her snowy pelt. Her tail, which was long and featherlike, giving her the "feather" in her name, was curled around her large paws. The she-cat lifted her head, smelling fresh-kill. She sat up and saw Cedarheart entering the camp.

    "Hi Snowfeather," Cedarheart mewed quietly after dropping the rabbit at her paws. "Do you want to share?"


    A prickly sort of excitement tingled beneath his pelt - he hoped that the beautiful she-cat would say yes.

    Oceansong padded over, her short blue grey fur shining in the light. Her blue eyes sparkled as she meowed,"Hello Cederheart."

    "Hello, Oceansong," he dipped his head to the blue-grey she-cat. One of his ears turned awkwardly - yes, Snowfeather was quite beautiful, but Oceansong was attractive as well...


    Great StarClan.

    "I'm well. A little tired - this rabbit ran me all through the territory. But look where it is now," he smiled, nudging the freshkill with one brown forepaw.

    "Thank you," he mewed with a proud smile, "Would you like yo share it with me? I'm not sure where Snowfeather went..."


    OOC: sorry vocaloid.

    "Great!" he purred, and leaned forward to lick her ear. He realized a second later and leaned back with a slightly scared expression on his face, "Er... I'm sorry..."

    A nervous purr began to rise in his chest. "Thanks," he mewed and pushed the freshkill toward her. "She-cats first."

    "So I was wondering..." he began after swallowing a bite of fresh-kill, "I don't have a mate, and you don't have a mate..."

    "So... Would you like to be mine?" he kept his green gaze on the rabbit, afraid to look up and see the expression on her face.

    He flinched at the response. He knew it, of course she wasnt going to say yes, he was being a mousebrain! He should've given himself a wash first - who chases a rabbit all through the territory and then asks a pretty she-cat to be his mate? There were probably all kinds of things in his fur, and he must be all dusty and and smelly... with a pang of self-conciousness he glanced over his shoulder, giving his fur a second-long inspection.