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Saffronkit Saffronkit

i'm a nowhere kid
ShadowClan
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10
3
Freshkill
30
Nickname
Saff, Saffy
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she/they/it
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Asteiri
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The nursery felt so empty without papa. Saffronkit had been huddled in with the other caretaker for now while he recovered in the Medicine Den, or rather, hopefully recovered. The kit was beginning to have her doubts, wondering what her life would be without her papa. Stoatstream came to check on her often, seemingly already picking up the torch in case what they both feared would come true. They didn't talk about papa during her visits, how could they? It would just make them both feel worse than they already did.

As the moon hung overhead, Saffron tossed restlessly in her nest. Were Magpiepaw and Cicadabuzz doing enough? Would papa be okay? Every time she tried to visit, there was another excuse about why she couldn't. In truth, it was to protect her. She was only four moons after all, not to mention the truth of her lineage was foreign to her. Losing the only parent she knew could destroy her, and her clanmates were painfully aware of this. Her own wails of sorrow when she saw Timberfrost in the state he was in was enough to make those around her feel like she needed to be protected from the harsh reality of death for at least a few moons longer.

She rose to her feet, a massive gaggle of kittens around her. She felt sorrow for Blacktree in a way, having to now coddle every kitten in Timberfrost's absence. But Saffron knew she needed to do something. She could not just lay here and wait to hear the news that something happened to her papa, she needed to do something more.

As quiet as she could be, her small body snuck out of the nursery, clinging close to the walls of the burrows to avoid being spotted by any warrior who may still be awake. She needed to find something that would help her papa, some sort of herb. She had seen the ones that Magpiepaw had used when Crowpaw came stumbling back into camp wounded. Maybe she could find those, and maybe they could save her papa!

With a newfound determination. she padded out of camp as quick as her small legs would carry her. She did not know what she was looking for, how could she? She was only a kit, and the territory was massive --- not to mention this was the first time in her life that she had set foot outside of the camp. Nonetheless, she kept her eyes peeled. Blue eyes darting across the foliage as she attempts to spot the herb that she can see in her mind's eye.

She doesn't even hear the footsteps behind her until they get close.

A lithe tom with burly shoulders stands near the kit, chuckling to himself as he looks at her. His jaws are slicked red from his most recent hunt, his voice even and raspy as he leans down to her level.

"Lost, little one?" It's mocking, and Hircine can hardly believe that the fools in the clan would allow a kit to wander during the night alone. Didn't they know that there were monsters out here? Beasts that preyed on the blood of the innocent? He smirked, claws flexing instinctively as he thinks of how easy it would be to snap this little kit's bones. Saffron turns, seeing the cat. He doesn't look like a Shadowclanner, nor does he smell like one. He smells like a dirty mixture of blood and dirt, her nose crinkles at the smell. Still, maybe this older cat can help her. She shakes her head rapidly.

"I'm not lost! I'm looking for plants to help heal my papa!" Her tone is panicked, looking up at the tom pleadingly. Hircine cannot help but laugh at her pitifulness, bearing his fangs as he gestures to the surrounding weeds.

"There's plants everywhere!" He mocks, a paw moving towards the kit. Saffron's face contorts with anger, glaring up at the tom.

"No! I'm looking for a plant that can save my papa!" She growls back, and Hircine grins again, paw moving towards the kit's back before harshly pushing her into the dirt. His paws are matted with the same blood that coats his face, and he laughs as the tiny kit tries to escape his grasp.

"Keep squirming!" He growls, a wild grin on his face. "I love a good hunt!" Before Saffron can respond, sharp teeth grasp her ear and she yowls pitifully as the tom tears a chunk of her right ear out. His claws leaving marks in her body as she tries to wriggle free. Finally, she opens her mouth, tiny razor sharp teeth digging into his paw causing him to let go. "Foxhearted brat!" He screams as she runs, chasing after the small kit. Saffronkit uses her size to her advantage, ducking and weaving into small corners to avoid the tom. Finally, she rushes into a log. The tom reaches his paw in, unable to grab her, cursing quietly before his sickeningly sweet voice comes through again.

"I can wait all night, little one." She hears him lay down, waiting for her to make a move. Tears well in her eyes, curling into herself.

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  • ooc: tagging @Stoatstream

    Saffy was attacked by @Hircine who is still lurking about. (Hircine is a coward and will run once an actual warrior shows up --- feel free to bunny him running)
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  • SAFFRONKIT — SHE/THEY/IT ・ 4 MOONS ・ KIT OF SHADOWCLAN
    a smaller than average primarily auburn calico molly with blue eyes. Has been
    blessed
    by Starclan... but is it really a blessing if your family has been scattered? Each of her siblings have been taken to another clan, Hollykit, Branchkit, Pricklekit, and Skykit. She will know naught of them, only being embraced by her new life and new family in Shadowclan. Her adoptive father Timberfrost has his own demons to face, but her adoptive siblings Stoatstream, Fleafire, Monsterpaw try their best to be there for Saffron when they can.
 
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SOMETHING SACRED
HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW



Stoatstream could not sleep, restless in her nest as her sleep often was these many recent nights. Her father had made little progress, and she could see the distress affecting Saffronkit too. The tiny thing had barely settled into her home amongst Shadowclan, and already there was fear that her father would be ripped away, another gap where her family once was. She couldn't bear it, especially knowing how strict Sablestar was on the number of kittens in the clan to how many caretakers there were. If all else failed and the worst was to come, Stoatstream was already preparing herself to give up her warrior status to fill in long-term for her father.

The fact that she was already picking up the space he had left meant she could not rest until she checked on Saffy again. She had once, before she settled in her nest and slept for a short while, but awake again, she could not sleep easily until she was certain nothing was wrong with her sister.

So, the ivory molly stood on her paws and weaved between nests, delicately stepping to avoid clanmates. She knew she would be reprimanded for waking anyone up for her constant nervous checking, but it couldn't be helped now. Not when her father was sick and her sister was alone--or, she supposed Blacktree and Wisteriastrike were there, but she wasn't theirs, they had their own kits to worry about.

Once she made it to the nursery, ducking her head in, she peered about. The sheer number of kittens was staggering for how few caretakers were within. Her gaze fell to Timberfrost's nest, the one she had been fluffing and replenishing every few days, to see it. Empty.

Something cold shuddered down her spine. Clutched around her throat as she swallowed hard. Where was Saffronkit? Stoatstream tried to reason; she knew herself, and Fleakit snuck out plenty at her age. The ivory molly nodded to herself, trying to push away the uncertain feeling in her stomach as she turned around and headed for the camp entrance. She, of all cats, knew Saffy well enough to be able to track her scent, and as long as she hadn't strayed far, she could find her. Maybe she was looking for something out there? Stoatstream didn't want to ponder the worst, not yet.



As she exited camp, she dipped her nose to the brambles, immediately recognising Saffronkit's scent. It was still relatively strong, so there was no way she was far from camp with such tiny legs. The warrior let a small sigh of relief; she didn't have her sister yet, but it was a start.

The further away Stoatstream pushed from camp, the more unsettled she grew. Once she was fearful of leaving camp like this, especially so late, but now she wondered if Saffronkit was scared, lost, or afraid. She clenched her jaw, pelt running cold at the thought; she could see why her father had been so nervous. Saffronkit was her baby sister, and she was in his pawprints, petrified where the scrap of fur had gone.

It was only when something caught her eye, she was pulled from her thoughts. A figure, unfamiliar, with a calico pelt amongst the darkness, her fur bristling as she realised the other did not smell of Shadowclan. She approached with a tightened jaw, pawsteps quiet. Stoatstream planned to speak up when closer, get the jump on them and interrogate why they were trespassing. Only for something else to make her mouth grow bitter. Saffronkit, she could smell Saffronkit and blood.

All carefulness was thrown out the way as she darted ahead and into the opening, only for something that enraged the usually gently spoken molly. The cat had a cruel look upon their face as they swatted into a log, fear scent and blood clung to the air, and it sure as fuck didn't look like the rogue was injured. A gutteral growl that reverberated in the mollys skull broke the quiet of the night as the theif launched herself at the stranger, knocking him to the ground sending them both flying away from the log.

Stoatstream's chest heaved as she growled, staring down the stranger with her fur standing on end. "You foxheart you better move before I rip that smirk off your ugly face." She unsheathed her claws, preparing to go back on her own work and rip the bastard to shreds before he managed to pull himself to his paws and run away. Stoatstream had no idea if he said anything, and she couldn't care less. The molly had smelt Saffronkit here and there was no mistaking it.

She cursed herself for letting the rogue run, but as her heart raced and fur began to flatten, Stoat swallowed hard as she called out. "Saffy? Saffy, it's safe now. Where are you?" She called, desperately. Praying to anything that would listen that the kitten was okay, she would curse herself if anything happened to her.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS
OOC -
YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH
STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw & Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
I could be so much worse
A kit was one thing, but a full sized warrior was another. He was caught completely off guard as the white molly flung herself at him, knocking him flat on his back --- away from his prize cowering in the log. She was younger than him, sure, but the dripping malice and venom in her voice made Hircine practically cower. He had wanted an easy kill of a kit, he had no desire to take on a warrior --- especially knowing others may soon follow once word of a missing kit got out.
"You foxheart you better move before I rip that smirk off your ugly face." Her voice dripped with a contempt and venom that was almost alluring to Hircine. Such strength, such raw vitriol. If he wasn't worried she was going to tear his throat from his neck, he may try to court her. Instead, once her paws were away from his chest, he found himself running, tail tucked between his legs. He was honestly lucky to escape unscathed, though he figured it was because she didn't want to subject the kit to violence. Once he was far enough away, he couldn't help but laugh.
Hopefully his path would cross that warrior again one day.

Hircine
Kit of doe and buck, loyal to no one

a lithe short haired brown tabby tom with odd markings and green eyes

afab, he/him
39 moons
mentored by sanguine / mentoring none
brother to hart and stallion
father to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" / THOUGHTS / ATTACK
penned by asteiri ↛ asteiri on discord, dm or post in #asteiris-astronomy for plots!
@Stoatstream
 
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Saffronkit hears Stoatstream's threats uttered, assuming that she threw herself at her attacker. She sniffles pitifully, crawling out of the log with tears in her blue eyes. Her right ear is clearly torn, blood dripping across her usually neat facial fur and whiskers. Tiny pinpoint holes mesh her small frame, small droplets of blood clinging to her orange fur.

"Stoat, I-I just wanted to..." She can't finish, a sob escaping her mouth as the waterworks truly start. Globs of tears pouring from her tiny eyes as her whole being shakes. "I-I j-just wanted to f-find a p-plant that would s-save p-p-papa..." She cries harder, pressing her face into Stoatstream's plush silver fur as she continues sobbing. She feels horrible, scared, she could have had something terrible happen to her. Death at the paws of the smelly rogue. She was lucky Stoatstream had come.

"I j-just want papa to be okay..." She murmured into her sister's fur, sniffles coming from her nose as she tries to calm herself. Realizing that her blood in dribbling onto Stoatstream's elegant silver fur. She hadn't been able to sleep without papa, her dreams haunted by visions of her, Stoatstream, Fleafire, and Monsterpaw having to bury papa in the pocosin. A lingering fear still clinging to her brain that she can't shake, that without Timberfrost --- Shadowclan was not her home.

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  • SAFFRONKIT — SHE/THEY/IT ・ 4 MOONS ・ KIT OF SHADOWCLAN
    a smaller than average primarily auburn calico molly with blue eyes. Has been
    blessed
    by Starclan... but is it really a blessing if your family has been scattered? Each of her siblings have been taken to another clan, Hollykit, Branchkit, Pricklekit, and Skykit. She will know naught of them, only being embraced by her new life and new family in Shadowclan. Her adoptive father Timberfrost has his own demons to face, but her adoptive siblings Stoatstream, Fleafire, Monsterpaw try their best to be there for Saffron when they can.
 


SOMETHING SACRED
HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

The ivory molly's fur still stood on end, staring daggers into the distance where the coward ran. Her teeth only unclenching as something pressed against her, she cast her gaze down as her heart broke. Saffronkit, besides herself in tears, auburn pelt speckles in blood and a tiny ear torn.

Stoatstream felt tears prick her own eyes as she curled her tail about her sister, feeling her fur soak with the tears of the kitten. She felt her throat tighten as she stooped down and delicately cleaned some of the blood from her sister's cheek, where blood bloomed from the nick the rogue had left in her ear. Her chest whirred in a muddle of rage and horror, fear and fury. She wished he had torn that tom to shreds there and then, but her sister was her priority, holding her close as between sobs she mentioned their father, wanting to help. Stoat's expression softened, carefully wiping Saffronkit's face of her tears.

"Oh, Saffy, I know I want him better too." She spoke, softly and quietely. "Cicadabuzz and Magpiepaw are doing their best to help him, and I know it's awful to feel like you can't do anything, but Father would want you safe and sound." The tiny calico looked up to her with round, teary eyes, breaking her heart more. "But how kind of you to want to help. Once we get you patched up, we can look for moss and herbs together, if you would like?" There was no way to stop her wanting to do her part. Stoat knew that helpless feeling and trying to shut her down would only make her want to sneak off more--if she wasn't too frightened to leave camp at all.

The young warrior was all too aware how her pelt was streaked with speckles of blood, under her claws scraps of fur from the rogue, the air mottled in fear scent and the waning scent of the stranger who dared trespass. She would need to explain to Cicadabuzz her sister had left alone and to Sablestar, rogues were attacking lone cats--kittens even.

Everyone had seemed so fine with kits wandering around, but again, her paranoia seemed founded. Stoatstream didn't want her sister to be coddled, but the fear that clung to her throat watching the kitten weep into her pelt, she knew why their Father had been so protective.

Again, she stooped down and rasped the kitten's face, clearing her face of tears. "Take a deep breath, Saffy, you're safe now. Would you like me to carry you home?" She purred, quietly, it was far too cold for her to be out there and not safe in a nest. Once Cicada had checked her over, Stoatstream silently decided she would sleep in the nursery for the remainder of the night; she knew the kitten well enough that she wouldn't sleep a wink otherwise.
YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS
OOC -
YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH
STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw & Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.