☼ 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

[dynamite,]

meow meow meow
form will be up soon

[sonya;]

- I would like to reserve a male spot please c:

Name
Widestep
Gender
male/brute/tom-cat
Rank
loner (warrior)
Clan
none (frayclan)
Crush/Mate
None

Widestep is a quiet and rather misjudged tom-cat. His eyes are always looking down at the dirt underneath his paws and always seemed to be very self concious about what goes on around him. At times this brute seems to be living in his own little world. Widestep doesn't like to be touched. Just a little brush of fur makes him shy away. Ever since that day happened he's been... different. Even after heartbreak his loyalty to the clan has stood firm. When the chance for battle arises he will be there to defend the cats he’s grown to know. Once he finds another clan that is...In short his tom is shy but fierce.

Widestep was not raised by his mother but by his eldest brother, Reedwhisker. He knew not of his mother, owlclaw, for days after his birth she passed. Widestep was the only surviving kit for his other littermate passed on with her. Reedwhisker watched proudly as Widestep grew into the warrior he was today. Surprisingly he also watched as Widestep grew even larger then his brother. A few moons passed and with it so did Reedwhisker... gone to starclan peacefully in his sleep. Without his brother Widestep has distanced himself from many of his clan mates, not knowing who else to talk too, for who else could confine themselves in a brute like him.
For those that do not know widestep was born & raised within a clan that called themselves shadeclan. Shadeclan was an open plain surrounded by tall wild fields of wheat which provided the cats shade on hot days. A few days after the sudden passing of his brother a terrible stench filled the air. Smoke. But not from fire... no. A smoke that was spewed from the bellies of great metal beasts with one long arm and a single giant claw. A clan that was once of many was no more. Widestep was unable to find any of the surviving cats by smell for the stench from the beasts were so strong that it clogged his nose and throat. He had to get away. So he ran and ran until he could no more. Widestep found himself at the edge of a river, little did he know what lay on the other side... a clan that called themselves frayclan.

Widestep has no crush at the moment but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen! This brute has his heart attached to his fur. He is willing to help anyone no matter the cost.

Fur; His fur is a very light sand color, thick, and soft to the touch. Their are darker blonde patches on his underbelly, front legs, and tail.
Other; This tom is 40 moons old. He doesn't like feather covered prey. Plumage gives him the coughs.
{if anybody wants to be considered this brutes family let me know c:}

[sonya;]

forms look good except for one thing: frayclan was founded like three moons ago in rp time, so widestep wouldn't have been born and raised up in frayclan
if you want him to have been from another clan, that's totally fine! I can adjust Fray's past a little and they could be from the same Clan if you'd like

- oh no no! that is alright! i’ll be sure to change his past! maybe he’ll be a loner instead to start off with, yea? c: but only change his past if you want too! I’d love to hear what it would be like if the two had met at one point cx *squeeee

[pecos]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐎𝐍
hhhhhhh 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎
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salem is a small, sleek calico she-c
at who is never at a loss for words.
her mood can quickly change from
calm and sprightly to snarky and h
ostile, making her quite unpredict
able. sarcasm is her second langua
ge, and she isn't afraid to speak he
r mind. salem is overall an amusing
cat, although she herself refuses to
laugh at her own jokes, or those of
others, for that matter.

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𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

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[ salem ]i [ female ]i [ thirty-one moons ]
[ outsider ]iiiii [ bisexual ]iiiii [ no crush ]
[ no mate ] [ no offspring ] [ scent: pine ]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄
↪ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 ↩
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhi
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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒
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salem has been living on her own for as long as sh
e can remember. the only kit in her litter, the ca
lico had been abandoned at birth, her mother not
wishing to deal with the responsibilities that cam
e with raising children. left alone under the gnarl
ed roots of an oak tree, salem began to slowly sta
rve and freeze. just as death started to curl its cl
aws around the little kitten's heart, a kind, nursin
g rogue happened to stumble across the kit while
seeking shelter from the cold. the queen took sal
em in as one of her own, raising her with her two
other kits, parsley and chamomile. it was obvious
to salem that these cats weren't of her own blood
, as they all had tabby markings, but she loved th
em just the same. her foster mother took many m
oons to teach her kits how to survive on their own
, and soon they were all off, trekking through the
wild on their own four paws at the young age of e
ight moons.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒
𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍. hhhhhhh