Previous kittypet tom looking for love...

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    A large, muscular black and white tom by the name Romeo padded up a rock jutting out of a slanted hill and sat. The wind pulled his ears back and the feel of a breeze against his muzzle was pleasing. He heard pawsteps from behind him and he stood to see another cat.


    -if cat looked harmless then he said, "Hello there. I'm Romeo..."


    -if cat looked offensive, Romeo bristled his fur, ready to attack; if he had to...

    "Hello there, my name is SmokeFur. It may seem like I come from the Clans but I'm actually in search of new home for me and my son, WhiteFur." SmokeFur padded up to Romeo.


    "He's my only surving kit from a fire that devestated my Clan.

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    "Ah, I see. I don't really trust the clans..." He looked back up at the cloudy sky as the sun slowly set over the horizon. "But I came out to search for my father. He joined a clan... if not mistaken, one named windclan. But I never saw him again. So I decided I should come and look for him." He looked back at Smokefur with a small smile. "I'm sure hes out there somewhere."

    Romeo perked his ears. "You're from windclan...?" He murmured, looking at the windclan she-cat. He turned back to smokefur. "He once told me his warrior name... his name when he lived with us was Taco... weird names they give us, huh. But his warrior name... I think it was tree-something." He murmured... "Tree...heart? Maybe?" Romeo looked confused.

    "Was it Treeclaw?" the beautiful WindClan cat asked. "Treeclaw was my
    Mentor."

    "Yes! That was it! He was Treeclaw! How's he doing? Have you seen him recently? Where is he? Is he getting on okay?" Romeo said, very excited.

    "He's doing great," she purred. "He always talks about you. Oh, and by the way, I'm Juliette."

    "I'm Romeo. Or did you hear my name mentioned while you were in that bush over there?" He said.

    Romeo snickered. "Well, I once lived with my housefolk- the big furless creatures, that wear colorful pelts." He murmured- trying his best to explain the twolegs. "So did my father. Until he left." Romeo meowed.

    "Acutally, I lived in a Clan, until they abandoned me and my kits. One died on our journey because of a fox." SmokeFur looked sadly at the ground.

    "Oh... those dumb-headed dirty creatures... they killed my mother... but did you have two kits? You mentioned finding a new home for one earlier," Romeo said, wondering why her kit wasnt there with them.

    "I had to leave her their alone so that I could hunt for us." SmokeFur padded away and then came back with a small mouse dangling from her jaws.

    Romeo's tail was twitching. "I see. I could help you hunt... but I don't understand why you should leave, Juliette." He murmured, looking over to the windclan she-cat. "But, the sun is going down, and its getting late, so we should probably get to our homes on second thought." He murmured. "My den's over the hill down here if you need to know." He said, smiling over the hill at the two she-cats.