Salem (loner)

[cuddlyinfection]

Name: Salem
Clan: Loner
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Loner
Short Description: Lithe brindled tom with piercing yellow eyes
Description:

Thin, bony tom with oversized paws. His chest and left paw are white, the rest of his pelt is a brindled brown and dark orange pattern. His eyes are a deep yellow. His muzzle is black, as are every claw save for the claws on his white paw, which are ivory in color. Salem is scrawny but lithe. His face is triangular in shape, much like a siamese cat's face. Salem's tail is long and striped with the same brindle pattern that decorates his body. He wears a simple black collar with a silver bell around his neck.

Attitude:

Salem is a cautious male. Strength is an issue for him. He can run and climb quickly, but he is not physically able to fight off aggressors. When he encounters clan cats, he hesitates. Some clan cats are hostile, while others are kind. Apprentices generally treat him with hostility as they look for any excuse to fight off intruders for their clans. Salem loves kits, but has none of his own. He doesn't encounter cats he knows very often, since he keeps to himself. When spoken to by a cat he does not know, Salem is shy and awkward. When he knows another cat well, he is highly charismatic, even cracking a couple of jokes. For the most part, this tom is a very hesitant, introverted cat who prefers to be alone.

History:

Salem was a kittypet, once upon a time. He loved his life, full of food and warmth and comfort. His twolegs left one day in their monster, never to return. More twolegs came to the house, clearing away his owners' things. One tried coming to him, a large female with thick, grotesque legs and a squishy pale face. She scared him and he ran away, his bell collar jingling and his breathing hard and rough. Salem never knew his parents, he was an adopted stray. He had no memory of siblings or of his mother. His owners had speculated that she had been killed by a monster.

Since his twolegs were gone and he was terrified of becoming squishy-face's kittypet, Salem continued wandering, exploring all of the sights and smells the open world held for his discovery. He had a horrible time hunting, he didn't know why. Perhaps it was his jingling collar, but that was the only thing he had left of his beloved twolegs and didn't want to be rid of it.

Salem learned very quickly to be hesitant. More than once he nearly became roadkill, or dog food, or a shredded up kitty. Salem does not trust many cats, and often runs away from others. His only want is to find a new home where he could feel safe and loved once more.

RP Example:

The wind ruffled the brindle fur. Salem lifted his eyes when a leaf rustled by. He was hunched over, thin, and very hungry. The pads on his large paws were worn down. The smell of the thunderpath was horrid, but the young tom feared leaving it for the forest's maze. He felt the ground shaking before he smelled it, and he smelled it before he saw it. A giant monster with more wheels than he could count. Quickly, he dashed into the undergrowth, waiting for the horrific thing to pass. When it disappeared, the putrid stench was still heavy in the air.

Salem sighed. Just a month ago, he was warm and cozy by a fireplace, his twolegs petting his gorgeous fur. Now his fur was matted and disgusting. No amount of bathing could remove the permanent stench of thunderpath. He was defeated. His eyes were glassy and misted. Somedays he felt like he should just curl up into a ball and never wake up, but he was far too cowardly to give up. He was more afraid of dying than he was of living in this large, terrifying world he had been thrust into.

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