Salmon swimming in the Stream

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Name: Salmon swimming in the Stream
Gender: Tom
Moons: 11 moons
Rank: To-be
Clan/Land: Mountains
Description:

Salmon was adeptly named. His fur is pale grey with a pinkish tinge to it and that is what gives him his name. The fur on his skin is coarse and thick, perfect for frigid waters and the like. He loves to get sprayed by the waterfall and he is perfectly at ease near any small pool of water.

Salmon is a large cat, standing eight inches at the shoulder and weighing close to 12 pounds, all of it muscle. He is also long and his tail adds to his length making him one of the largest cats in the tribe. His pads reflect his size and are rather oversized. He has a flat, broad face with a white, smashed in muzzle. Scars are slashed across his nose and scattered about his throat and eyes.

His eyes are oval in shape and set deep into his skull. Not so deep that they appear shrunken but deeper than normal. They are pale blue in color and always appear rather calm, in fact a lot of cats would say the only emotion he ever reveals is calm, and that isn’t an exaggeration, he rarely shows emotion, especially not in his nose.

He has large ears; they are usually flopped down a bit, as if they weigh too much for him to have control over them, but when he needs to hear, they perk right up. The outer fur is the same color as the rest of him, but the insides are nearly white.

Salmon is all-in-all a good-looking cat, perhaps not the most handsome, but still good looking.

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History // Past:

Born deep in the jungles of Africa, Salmon is not a bona fide tribe cat; in fact he is not even native to the lands at all. His mother was nursing him when they were shipped to the Americas to be an exotic pet for a rich couple. The rich couple soon found that they kittens and their mother were too much to handle and they were released upon the world.

They traveled far together until they came to the mountains. His siblings were already hunting and they had no wish to go up the mountains, his mother had already parted ways from them and so he made the voyage alone, in search for other cats.

The voyage up the mountain was difficult, made more so by his inability to hunt the falcons and eagles that attacked the small rodents and even some of the larger ones. He consumed the leaving of other animals, but it rarely filled him and most of the rodents were too skittish to be easily hunted, his paws constantly got in his way and he frequently scared of the animals he could have eaten. The rodents he did manage to capture were usually scrawny and too weak to be moving fast anyway. He was constantly hungry and often walked around in a dazed state.

The day he caught scent of the tribe cats he knew that he would soon be rescued; after all, surely a cat would give him a bite of food to eat and perhaps shelter to stay in for a long while. He needed sleep, he needed food, and he needed companionship, it is difficult for a cat to live on its own for a long amount of time.

He approached the tribe and was surprised by the guards he saw there, for the longest time he stayed away, wary of the dangerous looking cave-guards but finally hunger got the best of him and he approached the clan.

He was attacked by a cave-guard and captured when he strayed too close to tribe territories. His sheer size and fighting ability impressed the tribe cats and they invited him into the tribe. Because of his mass and height he was informed that he would be a to-be to become a cave-guard. Salmon liked they idea of being part of something bigger than just him so he accepted his position.

He switched his name from Boris to Salmon swimming in the Stream when he became a to-be and eagerly entered training. When he learned of the plan to move away, he was uncertain but ready to try anything, after all, if he had wanted a tame life he would have stayed with his two legs.

Personality:

He is generally an easy going cat; he gets along with practically every one and his huge size and happy demeanor let him make friends easily. He is never stressed about anything and he basically just goes with the flow. His presence gives a sense of security because he is so huge; he just makes cats feel safe.

But, on the inside of his calm, easy going demeanor is a turbulent of emotions that range from easy-going to tensed up and stressful. His mood changes in a second, but it isn’t noticeable to anyone but himself, he spent years perfecting that skill and it has paid off.

He has what could be called a poker face, he never lets anyone in, never lets them see the true him, not because he has a traumatic history, but because he is afraid, afraid that his life will turn into a sad, depressing, epic tale of the love that was lost. He has seen other cats; stumbling around with their eyes to the ground and the look in those eyes…it just about kills him.

He doesn’t want to be like that, he doesn’t want to be considered a depressed cat, so he doesn’t let anyone in, and he can’t let anyone in. If he does, who knows what will happen, who can tell?

But sometimes, he feels so alone, so locked in his own little world that he can hardly tolerate it anymore. He just wants to be free, and he wants to be free with some little tiny she-cat. A pretty little delicate thing that he can tower over and protect from the world, that’s the kind of mate he wants, but the only she-cats he ever finds are those that are cave-guards or prey-hunters and even though the hunters need protection none of them are the delicate she-cats that he wants…none.

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