You mate with my oc, Desertflower.
Starter:

Desertflower stalked in the tall grass, waiting for (Your oc) to arrive. You and her have been meeting for a while, and last time, you brought up the topic of mating with her next the you met. Today was the day. She sat down on a boulder, letting the Sun settle in her sandy fur, the golden dapples that rippled her back shining like the Sun itself as the light it it. Her Amber eyes watched the horizon for you, and she gave a small frown. Where were you? Were you hurt? That was the only thing she could think. Then there was a rustle in the bushes. She jumped up and saw you emerging from the bushes, and she gave a meow of delight.

(Pick up from there)