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Originally Posted by Aleka
Cranefeather narrowed her eyes at his words, her sleek fur bristling before she urged herself to flatten her pelt out. "What do you mean, 'mate'?" The Bengal and Siamese mix spat. She was pretty mad, and she was feeling in a hissy mood. Just how, did a tom forget his mates name? "If I'm you're mate, it's kind of just typical thing to know their name!"
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He flashed Cranefeather an appologetic glance," LISTEN. I'm boss here, I asked you to be my mate, so I'm in charge, would you prefer I call you Shadowclanner, or mate....Cranefeather my dear...." he purred (He's so messed up)