[Ringo.]

kind of supposed to be a strawberry adopt.
Low key wanted to make this my custom but decided against it.

red and green classic tabby with medium white and greenish-blue eyes.
(if that's wrong please let me know!)

For this adopt;
Tell me who their mate is
prettying up + 2 extra's allowed and encouraged

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will end 4/29

[Creme Eggs]

Username; Creme Eggs
Name; Redstream
Gender; Molly
Who is their mate?; Cobwebscreach is her mate, it was kit love, they were both born into the same rogue group and they both joined the clan at the same time. when they turned warriors Cobwebscreach asked is she would be her mate and she (of course) excepted.

[clemen]

Username;Catsrule1908
Name;CherryFall
Gender;Female
Who is their mate?;Her mate is Spirit. Spirit is a kind-hearted cat with a gentleman attitude. He’s a black cat with bright blue eyes. The only problem is that CherryFall is a clan cat and Spirit is not... They’ll have to meet in secret, for now.

[SunnyStreets]

Username; Ravenwhisper's wish
Name; Redstalk
Gender; tom
Who is their mate?; set during the last snow of leafbare
Redstalk lifted his head from where he'd been wolfing down a pheasant, and blinked at the spotted tabby deputy. 'Of course, Sandyflight. I'd be happy to.'

He finished the remains of his bird and scraped some leaf mold over its remains. 'Stagflank!' he called; smiling as the brown and white tom approached him. 'I'm taking out a hunting patrol. Would you and Brightpaw like to come?'

'Certainly,' Stagflank mewed, gesturing to Brightpaw with a flick of his muzzle. The three cats exited camp, Redstalk leading.

'I think we'll head to the edge of the mountains today,' Redstalk decided, padding towards the snowy banks. He ploughed through them, and scrambled over to a grassy verge. 'Here's the moors.'

Stagflank smiled, and nodded to a pheasant which was pecking at some grass seeds. 'Brightpaw, you try,' he whispered.

Redstalk settled back on his haunches, shifting his small body into a quieter position which would avoid rustling the moorgrasses. He blinked shyly at Stagflank, and opened his mouth. 'Erm. Stagfla-' he stopped, a nervous lump rising in his throat.

'Mhm?' Stagflank pureed, warm green-and-amber gaze meeting Redstalk's.

'Will you be my mate?' The tabby tom blurted, feeling hear rush through him and bloom in his cheeks.

Stagflank stopped, mouth gaping open for a moment before he twitched his tail and curled it around the smaller tom. ' Of course I will,' he purred, licking his friend's head.

Brightpaw returned just then; stifling a giggle as he looked at the pair. Redstalk nodded to the ginger apprentice, seeing he'd caught the bird - though inside he was groaning, knowing the news would be around camp before sunset.

☆

Redstalk and Stagflank have been mates ever since. Redstalk loves the other tom with all his heart; Stagflank helped him get over his sisters Russetpaw and Ripplepurr's deaths and now Redstalk would trust his mate with his life.

[SunnyStreets]

bump!

[Ringo.]

Username; Ravenwhisper's wish
Name; Redstalk
Gender; tom
Who is their mate?; set during the last snow of leafbare
Redstalk lifted his head from where he'd been wolfing down a pheasant, and blinked at the spotted tabby deputy. 'Of course, Sandyflight. I'd be happy to.'

He finished the remains of his bird and scraped some leaf mold over its remains. 'Stagflank!' he called; smiling as the brown and white tom approached him. 'I'm taking out a hunting patrol. Would you and Brightpaw like to come?'

'Certainly,' Stagflank mewed, gesturing to Brightpaw with a flick of his muzzle. The three cats exited camp, Redstalk leading.

'I think we'll head to the edge of the mountains today,' Redstalk decided, padding towards the snowy banks. He ploughed through them, and scrambled over to a grassy verge. 'Here's the moors.'

Stagflank smiled, and nodded to a pheasant which was pecking at some grass seeds. 'Brightpaw, you try,' he whispered.

Redstalk settled back on his haunches, shifting his small body into a quieter position which would avoid rustling the moorgrasses. He blinked shyly at Stagflank, and opened his mouth. 'Erm. Stagfla-' he stopped, a nervous lump rising in his throat.

'Mhm?' Stagflank pureed, warm green-and-amber gaze meeting Redstalk's.

'Will you be my mate?' The tabby tom blurted, feeling hear rush through him and bloom in his cheeks.

Stagflank stopped, mouth gaping open for a moment before he twitched his tail and curled it around the smaller tom. ' Of course I will,' he purred, licking his friend's head.

Brightpaw returned just then; stifling a giggle as he looked at the pair. Redstalk nodded to the ginger apprentice, seeing he'd caught the bird - though inside he was groaning, knowing the news would be around camp before sunset.

☆

Redstalk and Stagflank have been mates ever since. Redstalk loves the other tom with all his heart; Stagflank helped him get over his sisters Russetpaw and Ripplepurr's deaths and now Redstalk would trust his mate with his life.

Congrats on Redstalk !
I absolutely adored this story, it was really cute.