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SAFFRONSPICE.

I'M THE WHOLE DAMN CAKE AND THE CHERRY ON TOP

bio — history — threads — art — plots — notes — misc

001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,

· SAFFRONKIT , molly — she / her . bisexual

╰ ‣ born in skyclan . kit . lives in skyclan

╰ ‣ 6 moons . ages 7th of every month . born 7th january

╰ ‣ named 'saffronkit' due to the ruddy colour of her fur

002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,

· SOMALI CAT , smells like honey , health status — 100%

╰ ‣ vibrant red hues . black dorsal stripe . patches of cream

╰ ‣ voluminous tail . long furred . click here for reference

╰ ‣ lively green eyes . long body . somewhat short legs

╰ ‣ insert scars or other injures here

003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,

· ❝ THE COMMANDER ❞ , gryffindor , chaotic good , dauntless

╰ ‣ fiercely loyal . reliable . ruthless . fearless

╰ ‣ protective . optimistic . confident . blunt

╰ ‣ stubborn . short tempered . proud . impulsive

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004 INTERACTIONS & FAMILY ,

· SCORPIONSTING X SCARLETNIGHT , raised by parents

╰ ‣ has no siblings or half-siblings

╰ ‣ no experience . easy difficulty . no mentor

╰ ‣ ability to befriend depends on character

╰ ‣ yet to develop opinions of other clans

╰ ‣ will start fights, might end them, will not run

005 OTHER RELATIONSHIPS,

· LOVE / RESPECTS / ENEMIES / FRIENDS

╰ ‣ single . no crush . no past lovers

- saffronkit has no interest in romance and this attitude will most likely stick with her. she will not feel the need to take on a mate and will not succumb to pressure to start a family as she enters her mature years. it will take a very special cat to change her mind, as she is not easy to woo and not one to fall in love

╰ ‣ yet to develop role models

╰ ‣ no enemies

╰ ‣ no friends

006 STATISTICS

· SKILLS , will change as she grows

╰ ‣ strength is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ stamina is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ agility is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ hunting is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ medicine is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ swimming is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ climbing is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ intelligence is poor, no training yet

╰ ‣ charisma is good, no training yet

╰ ‣ perception is good, no training yet

007 KITHOOD (0-6)

Saffronkit was born to two SkyClanners, and was the only child of their first litter. Her mother, Scarletnight, unfortunately passed away during her birth which meant her father was her sole carer. Scorpionsting was a ruthless warrior, a fierce fighter, who wanted nothing more but for his daughter to grow up independent and capable of defending herself. Much of her personality (as well as appearance) is inherited from him.

She had a relatively happy childhood until Scorpionsting eventually passed due to health complications. His death was heavily mourned by his daughter, and still is, despite the strong facade.

008 APPRENTICE DAYS (6-12)

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009 EARLY WARRIOR (12-18)

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010 FULLY FLEDGED WARRIOR (18-24)

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011 EXPERIENCED WARRIOR (24-30)

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012 IMPORTANT THREADS

— introduction SOUR CANDY — intro

013 ART

014 PLOT IDEAS

— list plots here

015 TO DO LIST/NOTES

— #ffbf8b for subtitles

— make an open thread

tags — hey folks ✌.|•͡˘‿•͡˘|.✌

tags — "You shouldn't say dung-eater"

"My father said it all the time"

"Well, my ma told me not to say it"

"Oh please, she probably doesn't even know what it means"

"And you know what it means?"

What sort of a dumb question was that? Of course she knew what 'dungeater' meant. She knew all the supposedly 'bad' words because her father said them all the time like they were nothing. Not to mention, he never got in trouble for it, so why would they for saying it? Her personal favourite was 'crowfood-eater' though Saffronkit wasn't exactly sure what the meaning was behind that word...and she would never admit that, truth be told. With a smug face upon her flame-hued features, vibrant visionaries of bold emerald narrowed into mischievous slits, she leaned in to whisper the obvious: "It means you eat dung"

A moment of silence hung above their heads as the two kittens gossiped just outside the nursery, closely sat next to one another, observing the busy hubbub of SkyClan's camp. Her denmate would ponder for a moment, piercing the puzzles together before producing a shocked gasp that provoked an amused giggle from Saffronkit, lengthy whiskers twitching as she laughed. "And I know a lot more too! Flea-pelt, badger droppings, buzzard-face, fox-heart, mouse-heart, fox-dung..."

tags — hello hello hello hello my loves! ty for the welcome 👉 👈

saff just has the confidence i wish i had

tags — Though she hadn't been exposed to much just yet, Saffronkit didn't find herself fazed by the queen's lack of tail...and limb. Her father had worn quite a few horrific scars himself, having been a ruthless warrior, and from what she had been told each scar possessed a story of its own. In essence, the same could be applied to other injuries, such as missing legs. If anything, judging by the appearance of some of her battle-hardened clanmates, Saffronkit was somewhat aware of what she was in for. Their world was most certainly a dangerous habitat, but she liked to think that she was ready to face it. Rather than having a fear of the unknown, she was excited by it.

The little flame-hued madam would come over to the crowd surrounding Softhymn and investigate, trotting over with her cream chin held high as if putting on a brave face would scare the older molly's injuries away. "Can you feel it?" Saffronkit questioned boldly, seemingly out of nowhere, gesturing to the stub that had once been a tail. Perhaps it was regarded as insensitive to ask, but in truth she couldn't help it. It was simply kit-like curiosity.

tags — "How old are you?"

That was the first thing to come out from Saffronkit's mouth, no surprise there, however. Considering her rather young age she was still guided by kit-like curiosity, seeking to find answers to questions she couldn't help but think of, in order to grasp a better understanding of their world. Whilst her question seemed completely unrelated, the spitfire child truly was eager to find out just how old Tawnydove was. He mentioned telling stories of when he was younger... just how far into his life could he be? "Are you going to be retiring to the elders den soon?"

He didn't seem that old, but looks could be deceiving, she had learnt that by now. With her voluminous tail wrapped neatly around fire-tinted paws, Saffronkit continued to stare at the medicine cat, head tilted to a slight angle. "What sort of stories, anyway? And, also...are you going to eat that shrew? Or is it going to listen too?"

tags — Heat licked at their sun-kissed faces and coiled around their limbs like a great hot-blooded serpent, the ground sent up a disorientating haze. Even the birds were silent and the grass stood still as if too hot to move, with only the distant chirping of crickets ringing faintly in the thickly air that surrounded them. It was a nice warmth, though, one that she welcomed with open arms as she sunbathed peacefully in all her glory, in her element, basking in the sunlight as others worked around her. She wasn't an apprentice just yet, and whilst Saffronkit was certainly looking forward to it, she would miss her days of relaxation.

The commotion spurred the fiery molly awake, one vibrant eye of emerald opening and looking towards the conversing duo. By the looks of it, Milkpaw sure was working his furry feline butt off. Chores didn't seem to be particularly fun but she understood the importance of them, and so wasn't necessarily dreading taking them on in a moon. "YOU CAN DO IT MILKPAW!" Saffronkit yelled at an explosive volume from the other side of camp, a somewhat smug smirk drawn across her cream muzzle. Oh, that hard-working kid.

tags — Her father had always talked dirt about BloodClan, she remembered that very well. Tales of how malicious they were, lusting after bloodshed, no regard for the other clans that faced the burden of bordering their 'stinky jungle of poorly constructed twoleg dens'...as quoted by her father. That being said, she was already predisposed to holding contempt towards Ryland, regardless of what his intentions were, and given the flame-hued child's stubbornness such an opinion was unlikely to change any time soon.

To make matters worse, Ryland had an awful stench to him, one that was a dizzying odour and what she imagined to be from his territory. Her father was right, as always. BloodClan were smelly cats. Her distaste was evident as her reddish nose scrunched into a disgusted expression, triangular tufted ears flattened harshly against her small skull. She wasn't sure why Juniperstar had let a BloodClanner into their camp (her father must be turning in his grave right now) but Saffronkit figured that maybe, just maybe, if she was mean enough then Ryland would be sent fleeing back to where he came from.

That being said, Saffronkit watched Ryland with a suspicious and even more so judgemental stare. In all honest, she was feeling cocky enough to poke him with a stick (metaphorically, of course) until he would snap and reveal his true intentions for being here. "Are you a spy, for BloodClan?" the small statured madam spoke wryly, a stoic expression upon her kit-like facial features. She sauntered towards him with caution, her long-furred chest puffed out so that he would know how confident she was when it came confrontation. "Because if you are, I'll turn you into crowfood"

/i am so sorry, saff will shut up soon >:

tags — saff will be his friend! 0:

tags — Fortunately, she didn't mind gory details, for Saffronkit wanted to know what she was in for. She imagined that it had been a rather gruesome sight, a lot blood and an excruciating amount of pain, but wouldn't bother pressing further about it since, for once, she was considering another's feelings. Perhaps it would bring back painful memories for Softhymn, and the last thing Saffronkit wished to do was to distress the soft-spoken queen. With vivacious emerald optics, she would stare at the injury for a few more seconds, head tilted to a slight angle. Hmm, interesting. Did they all look like that? "Will it grow back?"

tags — She wasn't sure whether Tawnydove was being sarcastic or not, but that didn't matter. She would interpret it in her own way and take it as a compliment regardless of whether that was the whole point or not. "That's not even half of it" Saffronkit boasted in retaliation with a somewhat smug 'hmpf' exhaled from her nostrils, crimson-hued nose pointing towards the skies above them. It was only when he began to go on about the queens in the nursery that her vivacious gaze slowly moved back to him, narrowing into green slits out of suspicion. The queens would never feed them mousebile...surely not? And where would they even get it from? Mice were so small, so surely their bile was nothing but a few barely noticeable droplets? She was beginning to doubt how much truth there was to this story. "I smell cap Well...you shouldn't be eavesdropping on other cat's conversations! If you tell them about what I said, then I'll tell them how you were listening in. Got ourselves a deal?" That was a pretty fair if not solid deal, no?

"It's true"

Her head immediately snapped towards the direction of the voice, emerald gaze narrowing even further as her eyes zeroed in on Foxpaw. Could he be telling the truth? Saffronkit could hardly believe that the apprentice and the medicine cat had teamed up against her here so maybe...maybe it wasn't a pathetic attempt to get her to shut up. But she wouldn't give up, rising to all fours into a defiant stance. "Oh yeah!? Wha'did it taste like?"

Sparkpaw was next to speak up, her sudden voice briefly alarming Saffronkit who hadn't expected the older molly to join in on the conversation. Was she on her side, or not? It didn't seem like it. Sure, picking ticks out of elders fur (even though admittedly they were a bit stinky) wasn't fun, but it did seem to be a better alternative to dealing with mousebile. She was still dubious over the whole mousebile controversy, given the fact that she couldn't understand where one could find mousebile. "But they're just words" Saffronkit protested, as was expected from the stubborn spitfire, who took a seat once again with a somewhat heavy thump before continuing on to say, "How can words be bad?" Someone had just decided one day that they were bad words, but that was their opinion and not hers, so why should she treat them in the same manner?

Thankfully, Honeypaw was on her side here, encouraging Saffronkit to continue about her string of curse words. It brought a pleased (and most definitely mischievous) grin to her flame-hued face, thin black lips splitting apart to reveal a row of curvilinear fangs. The medicine cat apprentice's question wasn't a hard one to answer, Saffronkit had already made her mind up about that one long ago. "I prefer Dungface, what about you?"

And if their very own leader wasn't telling her off for saying those seemingly 'forbidden' words, then she took that as a go ahead to continue, even if others would disapprove. Then again, Saffronkit didn't quite seem to care what others thought of her. She would give them another problem to think about. One point to her, then? "Why as an apprentice? Why do they know more? I bet I'll send them running with my words"

tags — Saffronkit felt as though she wasn't supposed to be in this conversation, but she was going to go ahead and interrupt anyway because it seemed pretty awkward.

Unbeknown to her, Tawnydove was certainly going through difficult times. Even if she was aware of the situation, she would not be able to help in anyway. Relationship advice? Forget about it. How to get over a break-up? Don't even bother asking. That wasn't to say she wouldn't try to help, but if there was one thing Saffronkit knew, it was that sometimes the best thing to do was to do nothing and simply offer a shoulder to cry on if need be...even if she found that rather soppy, and couldn't help but awkwardly cringe if another cried in her presence, wondering what to do, where to look, whether she should pat them on the back or embrace them.

"Hm. You look pretty sad, y'know" Saffronkit couldn't help but bluntly state the obvious as she waltzed past the duo, skidding to a halt to crane her head forward and look into Tawnydove's eyes with a narrowed emerald glare. Were his eyes watering? She couldn't tell, moving backwards to take a seat somewhat near Hurricanegaze. Did he really just ask that? "He's clearly sad" the flame-hued molly snorted, gesturing towards their downcast medicine cat. "Who's been pickin' on ya? Tell us and we'll turn 'em into crowfood!"

tags — Saffronkit had a love-hate relationship when it came to rules.

On one hand (or paw?) she could completely understand why it was forbidden for kits to go out beyond the camp entrance. She wasn't stupid, nor naive, much rather well aware of the dangers that lurked within the woodlands and the fact that she would stand no chance of fighting them off. Perhaps a small chance of escape, depending on what the actual danger was, but even then the risk wasn't worth taking. On the other hand/paw, Saffronkit was, well, a kit, and that meant she was powered by an overwhelming urge to explore and satisfy her sheer curiosity. In that case, given her circumstances, she saw rule-breaking as justified because she truly couldn't help it.

Anyways, she would be an apprentice soon, so what did it matter?

Her escape had been swift and truly undercover, the classic 'slip out of the camp when no one is watching' - thankfully most of her clanmates were out on patrols at this time of day, so her chance of getting busted before she could make a big break of it had been slim. The territory wasn't anything new to her by now (after previous rule-breaks) so rather than stopping to look around in awe, the flame-hued molly followed her nose towards the Branching Oak.

Pitchthought

tags — What's this?

Was someone doubting her abilities? They had every right to considering her lack of experience, her age, and the fact that the only thing Saffronkit knew (at the moment) was how to win a game of mossball without making it obvious that she was cheating her way to victory. But she didn't think her abilities should be questioned, not at all, and it was a harsh blow to her pride. "Firstly," the spitfire snorted defensively, rising to all fours and puffing out a cream-hued chest. Here we go. "I'm pretty sure that you're wrong. I'm also pretty sure that it was my idea to turn them into crowfood" Whoever this 'them' figure was. "And that makes me pretty sure that I'd be the one bringing you along" With her case presented, Saffronkit sat down once again with an irritated huff, smacking the ground with her voluminous tail as she did so.

She always found those interested in medicine rather strange...