"Sorry baby, your just not the one for me" he meowed sincerely, trying to let her down gently. However things didn't quite go as planned, as she let out a loud shriek and slapped him across the cheek, leaving little trails of blood. He sighed as she took off running. It wasn't the first time he had to let a girl down gently, but it was the first time that one of them had tried to attack him. He put his paw up to his new wounds "I probably deserved that" he whispered, before sneaking off into the tunnels that lead out of camp. 

Even though he had dated a lot of cats, she-cats still flocked to him like flies to honey. It wasn't hard to see why. He was young, charming, handsome, and best of all a romantic. When he agreed to go out with a girl he gave them his full attention. He strive to fulfill their every need, often making grand romantic gestures. No one could say he didn't treat his girls right. except he had found some reason to end it with all of them. He just didn't want to lead them on, when he realized that he wasn't really in love them. It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair to them. He wanted to be completely and utterly in love, with no doubt in his heart that it was who he was supposed to be with.