While of mixed blood, like many of her former clan members, Salubra's appearance resembles that of an Oriental Longhair the most. Her limbs are long and lean, accentuated by meticulously groomed locks of chocolate fur. It is most apparent upon her shoulders and breast, luxurious strands forming a thick ruff of lighter-colored fur caused by the smoke gene she displays.

Her face is angular, composed of sharp edges that work towards a regal air softened by her often gentle expressions. Her skin is a shade of tan that closely matches her fur, the most vibrant pops of color upon her person being the royal blue buckle collar around her neck and the bright amethyst of her eyes.

Motherly, confident, tolerant, patient, affable.

Salubra was originally known as Larchstem, the FireClan medicine cat, before she deserted them at around 31 moons of age. While she had been raised within the clan, the molly had grown up surrounded by their beliefs and culture. What was simply was. There was no need to question it.

This changed, for her at least, when she stumbled across an injured loner on FireClan's borders during an excursion into the Forest of Flame in search of herbs to replenish her stock back at camp. His wounds on their own were not fatal, but they hindered his movement and dulled his senses when he was already near skin-and-bones. Unwilling to leave him for dead when she could very clearly do something to ease his suffering, Larchstem treated his wounds and caught him something to eat.

It was through this simple act of kindness that Larchstem was then introduced to the outside world through her grateful patient's perspective, where things were not as black and white as FireClan painted them. Curious, Larchstem spent a good portion of her evening speaking with the loner about the clans and their beliefs before masking her scent in the river and returning to the camp.

Weeks after she had parted ways with him, he returned with an injured molly. It was a stroke of luck that she was near the borders and caught him desperately attempting to creep into FireClan territory in search of her. Moved by his pleas, she treated the molly without question and was rewarded with answers. The molly was not only his sister, but pregnant and abandoned by her would-be mate.

These were only two outside events that influenced Larchstem's perspective of clan life and her understanding of how harsh a clanless cat's life was. Though her clanmates spoke ill of the outsiders and looked upon these cats with disdain, Larchstem could only feel sympathy for them and the desire to ease their suffering. The more Larchstem voiced her opinions and defended these cats, though, the more she was alienated from her own clan.

Unwilling to bow her head and nod along to what they said, Larchstem abandoned her clan around sundown one day and headed west towards the twolegplace she knew lay beyond the river and the Forest of Storms. She never set foot within StormClan territory, instead skirting around it carefully and giving them a wide berth. Larchstem's last desire was to be seen by a StormClan patrol where FireClan could then catch wind of her location.

When she made it to the twolegplace, Larchstem attempted to live as a loner would. Even though she had mentally prepared herself for the rough life ahead, it took her by surprise how many nights she went with only meagre scraps to take the edge off of her hunger every few days. She gained some street smarts during her time as a loner, though, and learned some survival skills best suited to life within a twolegplace. When her aid was required, she gave it freely and without complaint. Even at the cost of her own welfare, Larchstem would aid the loners and rogues that prowled the streets and alleys of the twolegplace to the best of her abilities whenever they called upon her.

Eventually, Larchstem could no longer sustain herself on table scraps and the occasional rat or shared meal that grateful former patients would offer. She learned how to appeal to the twolegs, how careful grooming of her coat could make her appear more approachable and make them more likely to feed her. How accepting their touch and offering soft vocalizations would make them coo and fawn over her. Not all twolegs were kind, and she often got the bruises to prove it, but Larchstem did what she had to survive.

Then, Larchstem met the kindest twoleg she'd ever seen. Her face was wrinkled and pale and telling of time's ravages, but her air was warm and kind and her voice was soft and pleasant to hear. This twoleg won her heart with patience, perseverance, and endless kindness until Larchstem allowed her steady, warm hands to buckle a royal blue collar around her neck. In this old twoleg's arms, listening to her soft coos, Larchstem, now Salubra as she learned from moons of hearing her twoleg's voice call her, couldn't be happier.