I don't love you! But, maybe... (She-Cats needed)

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    A white tom was sitting alone, his white pelt remained clinging to his muscular frame, since the sunlight was out it caught the drop of water on his pelt making it gleam like diamonds. He was rather attractive in a dangerous, rogue sort of way. His eyes were a gleaming dark blue, sort of like a night sky, he did have a mysterious scar on his back though. Anyway, he looked back down at the river, content after his daily swim, considering he was very secretive and wasn't one to be enjoyed being spied on. Though he did swore he saw something in the bushes, but he wasn't quite sure what it was, which was the result of him getting out of the river.

    The smoky black-gray she cat hid in the bushes, watching the white Tom. He seemed to be waiting for her to present herself. She noticed him, and was curious. She never saw many cats around.....Her crystal blue eyes shimmered as she gulped. She was scared.

    Dream padded through the forest, heading for the river, her ginger fur bloody from a fight she had with another cat. Sadly the other cat didn't make it.

    He flicked an ear, catching the scent of blood, but he also caught the scent of two she-cats nearby. He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the area alert, his tail swished back and forth as he watched for any movement.

    Her eyes got wide as he noticed his alert to her scent she began to slowly crawl along the bushes of the river, when a twig snapped under her paw. "Mouse dung...." She cursed silently.

    I gtg, bye


    Dream sat down and licked the blood from her wounds.

    He scrowled, unsheathing his claws, he slowly approached where he heard the stick snapped. He spotted the she-cat and tensed, leaping forwad, tackling her to the ground, he glared down at her, "Who are you?"

    Jewelia stood tall, her blue eyes firm. She knew she couldn't show any signs of fear. "I'm Jewelia," she mewed confidently. "Who are you?"

    After a few moments, he decided she wasn't a threat, he sheathed his claws, "Shivil" The white tom's dark eyes remained somewhat wary.

    Jewelia nodded. "Pleasure," she mewed calmly. "Sorry if I interfered......" She said, her fur turning hot with embarrassment.

    Shivil flicked an ear as he said calmly, "It's alright."

    Jewelia gave a small, amusing smile as she sat and wrapped her tail around her paws. "What brings you to the Northern River?" She asked kindly. Not many cats traveled here, except scrawny pitiful cats in need of help. Shivil didn't seem that type though.

    He shrugged, "Just to relax for a little bit."

    Jewelia looked at her paws. "Yeah, my point exactly." She sighed, her voice trailing. "Preys been so scarce, it's starting to scare me."

    "Huh? It's just a change in seasons," He flicked his tail, "It will probably come back."

    Jewelia looked in his eyes, hers shining with fright. "So? I mean, I understand that but, I get bad vibes......it's hard for me." She grumbled. Her tail tip swished in a nervous motion.

    He shrugged, again, his tail flicking rythemically. His eyes narrowed faintly, "There's probably nothing to worry about."

    He remained quiet, staring at the ground as he did so.