Goldenfall needs a mate

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    Goldenfall sat in a hidden space in camp, her deep golden-orange eyes meeting the warriors of Silverpelt. She had just given herself a rather thorough washing, and her russet coat gleamed in the starlight as well.

    A slim shape appreared behind Goldenfall. The cat was a nimble and small grey and white tom with gleaming amber eyes. Goosewing looked at the she-cat.

    Her pelt prickled and she felt eyes on hee, but saw no cat when she looked and continued to lounge in the soft pine needles.

    She saw another ShadowClan cat, Greenscar, pad out of the warriors den with his mate, a cat she didn't know. Something welled in her chest and she began speaking without any pretense, "Nights like these are nice when you have someone, you know? Some cat to curl up with and watch the stars, to be with just for the enjoyment and..."


    Then she realized what she was talking about and shut her mouth, the white spot on her chin meeting the rest of her face rather quickly.

    Goosewing smiled at her and walked over closer to her and mewed "Yeah it is nice to have someone, but not everyone has a someone"

    An awkward silence fell between the two cats, and one of Goldenfall's ears turned in slight embarrassment. She also didn't see a white warrior who happened to be walking by at that moment.


    "Sorry, didn't know you were back here," Cloudshadow mumbled, stopping in his tracks before turning the other way, "Pfft, lovebirds. Just ask her to be your mate already."


    Goldenfall stared after him in slight horror, "C-Cloudshadow!"

    "'F you say so," the white tom chuckled, and disappeared into the brush at the entrance to camp.


    "Mousebrain," Goldenfall muttered, ears flat against her skull in discomfort. "I'm sorry for him, we trained together as apprentices, and he likes to make me miserable."