A she-cat needs a tom-cat.

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  • Riversnow laid down in her cave. She had just eaten an ounce of cat-nip. She was a little bit woozy but not that much. She looked out her cave wondering if she could get a mate and have kits with him.

  • [align=center][font=georgia](What Clan is she from? I can only have a Tom for her if he's in the same Clan as she is.)

  • Tsunami, a rogue, came trotting by the cave. He knew he was probaly in a Clan's territory but he didn't really care. His pure, glossy, sleek black pelt was shining and his large smoky black eyes were very handsome. His slim, muscular body was quite tall.

  • Larkprint strolled through the territory, his emerald green eyes sparkling reflecting the light of the sun. The brown tabby was currently 'hunting' at the moment, while he was actually simply having a walk through the Clans' territories-- he'd get chased out anyway, although he was only in the search for prey.