Salviablossom suffers from Sadistic Personality Disorder, or that he derives pleasure from inflicting pain on others. He doesn’t know he has it for a long while, until later on in the plot.
WARNING:
THIS PLOT WILL INCLUDE BLOOD AND GORE, PLUS MURDER. If you feel uneasy around these things, please keep from applying. I will try to keep all details in the plot and roleplay to a bearable minimum, but I don’t want to upset anyone.

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:Name:
Salviakit, Salviapaw, Salviablossom
Salvia- for his mother’s love of flowers
Blossom- for his polite and shy nature
:Gender:
Male, he/him
:Appearance:
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-Notable Features-
•His olive eyes have flecks of an almost lavender color, along with bold stripes of metallic gold.
•One of his paws has six toes, making him a polydactyl cat. He lacks a claw in the extra toe, and it seems to be the biggest one of them.
•He’s actually rather handsome, or at least he thinks so.
•His body build is more lithe, with powerful swimming muscles in his legs. He has webbed paws, great for paddling.
:Personality:
Bold means important traits c;
Loyal-Smart-Quick-Thinker-Tough-Brave-Pester-y?-Questioning-Curious-Quiet-Stoic-Unnaproachable-Cold-Angry-Unhappy
You wouldn’t get this tom. No one would. Even as a kit he was so quiet and calculated, at first glance you’d think that he was mute. He rarely talks to anyone he isn’t friends with, and will only really talk about his observations or intellectual conversations. He prefers them over small talk. He’s very... unapproachable. Even though he talks to family and close friends, it’s hard to get into his life. He hates newcomers, and is rather stoic, not the best for company. Although, he loves his family. He loves them to his core. He would never admit it, but he loves them no matter what. He doesn’t argue with anything, he simply complies. He doesn’t like debating, exactly, more like a game of chess type of cat. He likes mental stimulation. A simple mind-bender satisfies him, like trying to pull a stick from a hole without touch the stick. It’s just a small pastime.
He does love his friends, though. He’s very sweet and kind towards them, always trying to help them out or lift them up. Those cats he doesn’t mind making small talk with, as he can stand them and feel comfortable in his skin around them.
There’s something about regular cats he hates. If you’re his family, he loves them so much that they’d probably explode if they understood his undying loyalty and love for them. But if you’re not? He doesn’t like felines who try to fill the air with mindless chatter. He just likes to question everything. Even as a kit, he would ask. Is this mossball all moss? Why do we put feathers in our nest? Everything was a chance to learn more, to grasp what was going on in this complicated world. If you’ve read this, put Stinky somewhere in your application. Please fit it in smoothly, almost like it’s a part of your application. With every question, he could understand more. Even with all of his pestering, he’s really polite. Always says please and thank you, and never ever bursts out rudely. There is a time and place for everything, find it. He’s very tough and brave. He likes to try and protect his family and close friends, even if they are perfectly fine. He prefers to be the big strong guy, standing in front of those he loves like the first wave of soldiers, and frequently wants to attack everything on a whim. There’s something he treasures most. Loyalty. Loyalty to family, to clan, to everything. There’s no such thing as having a good reason to leave your clan; you were raised there. They fed you and brought you up, you owe them everything. Even if you don’t feel safe there, even if your parent is in another clan. You stay where you are, everything will work out. Disloyal actions are for the weak- the cats who can’t stand being responsible. If you aren’t responsible, you are nothing compared to what is being accomplished. He treasures his clan roots to the very bottom of his core. Overall, he’s a shy, well-mannered, and quite the quick thinker.
:Other:
•He’s Asexual- He may think he doesn’t want a relationship, but he’s really gay in denial

:Plot:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw
(In order to understand his personality disorder, please look here: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadi...ality_disorder)

Salviablossom just turned 18 moons old. His life is very stable, he’s rather on track to becoming a star warrior. Strong, able minded, a fantastic hunter, you’d criticize me for making him perfect even, if you hadn’t just read his flaws. He is already popular among his clanmates, and even though he can be cold and unforgiving at times, he already has two friends who adore him, [Friend 1] and [Friend 2].
One day, [Friend 1] and him take a brisk walk around the territory of Riverclan. It’s a chilly day, as leafbare is approaching, but the two warm up by jogging and hunting. Salvia then points out to [Friend 1] a rabbit trail, a good find as the prey slowly decreases. It’s rare to find a rabbit here, and Salvia begins to get excited about the hunt.
The two descend upon the rabbit, Salvia trapping it while [Friend 1] gets the kill. The two then continue their walk, burying the rabbit as they go after some squirrels.
Nearby, a hungry fox catches whiff of the rabbit scent, and begins to follow the trail. It soon stumbles upon the two felines, and Salvia yells for [Friend 1]’s attention. The two attack the fox, but not before the fox wrenches [Friend 1]’s leg out of its socket. Besides a few minor scratches, that’s the one big injury. The tear is not only gushing blood, [Friend 1] has passed out. Salvia chases off the fox, before yelling towards camp for help.
When no one responds, Salvia picks [Friend 1] up and tries to carry him. As they are walking, Salvia slowly beginning to grow weak, Salvia trips over a tree root, making the unconscious [Friend 1] and him tumble down, Salvia banging his head hard on a rock and passing out at the bottom of the ditch.
(Timeskip if needed)
A few hours later a patrol of [Encounter 1], [Friend 2] and [Victim 1] stumble upon the bloodied toms. When neither of them are responsive, the three cats desperately try to get Salvia to wake up.
Succeeding in trying to revive the one who isn't injured seriously, Salvia goes through the whole woozy process of ‘where am I?’ ‘what’s happening?’ and the like. The patrol explains, and Salvia quickly begins yelling at them to get[ [Friend 1] help immediately.
The patrol rushes [Friend 1] back to camp, Salvia barely managing to stay conscious throughout the frantic run.

(Owner of Friend 1 may choose to have them healed 1 on 1 or just pretend that they were healed. Pretending would be preferred, as it wouldn’t delay the plot.)
A few days later, Salvia and [Friend 2] check on [Friend 1], who is lounging in the clearing outside of the medicine den. Salvia is still a bit muddled on the details of what happened five days ago, but he tries to explain the best he can to [Friend 1].
[Friend 1] is still horribly injured, and even though his leg was out back in place, he is still plastered in marigold and cobwebs. [Friend 2] and Salvia sympathize with him, and they all try to lighten the mood. Sooner or later, [Friend 1] grows tired and the three cats disperse, leaving the injured cat to rest.

(Timeskip)
[Friend 1] is allowed outside of camp for the first time in a moon, and Salvia accompanies him along with [Encounter 1], who had originally found Salvia and [Friend 1]. The three cats don’t go very far, just to a small stream and back, where the three can rest and chat a bit to cheer [Friend 1] up.
While at the creek, Salvia begins to wade in, missing the old Riverclan territory (if this happens while Riverclan is still in the Skyclan/Dusk Syndicate). The conversation is casual, no talk about the fox incident.
The topic loops around somehow to relationships, and Salvia carefully avoids it and listens to [Friend 1] talk avidly while [Encounter 1] laughs. From that point on, Salvia is very cold and retreated in the conversation, just every so often commenting on something, reverting to a usual cold state.

Salvia can’t deny he has a thing for [Friend 2]. He’s exactly what Salvia pines after, and Salvia can't help but feel bubbly whenever they hang out. On one cold afternoon, Salvia coaxes [Friend 2] to go on a walk with him.
[Friend 2], glad to talk with him, walks outside of camp alongside Salvia. The two toms find themselves at that same creek that Salvia had just visited a few days ago with [Encounter 1] and [Friend 1], except now the water was still and covered with thick ice.
Playfully fooling around, [Friend 2] begins to slide around on the shallow water, persuading Salvia to follow. Since the water is less than a foot deep the whole way, Salvia begins to slide around with [Friend 2].
They have a generally fun time, Salvia actually speaking warmly for once, and when the two are done horsing around Salvia departs with a playful game of tag.

[Friend 1] has noticed that Saliva has been rather warm and fuzzy lately, not even barking at newcomers with such harsh ferocity as he would have a few moons ago. [Friend 1] queries Salvia, and Salvia tries to deflect the questions. Sooner or later, Salvia snaps and admits to [Friend 1] that he’s not only gay, but he’s fallen in love for [Friend 2], who’s straight. [Friend 1] merely nods in sympathy, and the two have a conversation about love and relationships. Salvia actually gets some advice from [Friend 1], and Salvia then goes out for a walk in the territory once more with [Friend 1], who’s now fully healed and all that remains is a large scar. It’s a rather long walk, as Salvia continues to open up about his feelings, surprising [Friend 1] with his openness, when he usually would shrug off conversation and act like nothing was happening.

(This part will happen between the owners of Friend 1 and Friend 2)
[Friend 1], after finding out about Salvia’s crush, immediately tells [Friend 2]. The choice as to where they meet and how the encounter goes is up to the rpers. [Friend 2] listens intently, and after finding out just continues regular conversation.
(Friend 2 is actually very mean and a bit malicious, as they use this information against Salvia.)

It’s now in late winter, January - February in real life, and Salvia can’t deny his feelings for [Friend 2] any longer. One day, Salvia approaches [Friend 2] and asks if they can go to the creek again. [Friend 2] agrees, and the two set off for the afternoon. After awhile of skating and horsing around, [Friend 2] sits down for a break. Salvia sees this as the perfect opportunity and sits down next to [Friend 2]. [Friend 2] then strikes up a conversation, which leads to relationships again. Salvia tries to avoid the conversation once more, but suddenly [Friend 2] asks a pressing question.

‘Is it true that you love me?’

Salvia nodded, not saying a word as [Friend 2] gets up and leaves the small clearing.

It’s been awhile since Salvia admitted his feelings to [Friend 2], and things went mostly back to normal.
Until [Friend 2] began to ask for favors. And lots of them.
The first few were small, like asking for more moss or feathers to line his nest, but Salvia began to notice a trend. Of course, he simply said that it was because [Friend 2] wanted to test how deep Salvia’s love was for him. Salvia was so love stricken.
On one particular day, [Encounter 1], [Friend 2], and Salvia went out hunting. When [Friend 2] demanded that Salvia go and fetch some more moss, [Encounter 1] watched as Salvia gladly obeyed. Afterwards, [Encounter 1] questioned [Friend 2] as to why he was using Salvia like that, but [Friend 2] dismissed it with a ‘mind your own business’ sort of response. Shocked, [Encounter 1] went to Salvia to find out what was going on, but got the same answer. Except Salvia was harsher. He began flat out threatening [Encounter 1] about it, and [Encounter 1] backed away from the two hissing cats.

(This will be done between Encounter 1’s owner and Friend 1’s owner)
[Encounter 1] then went to [Friend 1] to figure it out. After asking a few questions, [Friend 1] told them about how Salvia was deeply in love with [Friend 2], and was doing favors for him. [Encounter 1] tried to tell [Friend 1] they should put an end to this ‘favor thing’, but [Friend 1] merely dismissed everything they said and shrugged it off.

It's been a few moons since Salvia began doing favors for [Friend 2], and it’s around newleaf now. On one warm day, Salvia decides to go for a walk alone. He’s enjoying himself, before he stumbles upon [Friend 2] and [Victim 1] in the clearing.
[Victim 1] is a very pretty and young shecat, someone who has been connected to [Friend 2] for awhile now. Salvia, enraged by their secret and flirty meeting, hides up in a tree to listen in on their conversation. On his way up, he isn’t being the most stealthy, so [Victim 1] does hear him but doesn’t investigate. Salvia listens in as the two cats chat and flirt together, obviously infatuated by each other.
Fuming, Salvia drops down from the tree, before jumping [Friend 2] and pinning them to the ground.
[Victim 1] instantly screams, before [Friend 2] tells her to calm down, Salvia isn’t going to hurt any of them. (he sure feels like it though >:0)
Salvia carefully steps off of [Friend 2], and the second they get to their paws Salvia begins questioning them as to why they’re here with [Victim 1].
[Friend 2] tells Salvia off, saying that he can do what he wants without telling Salvia about it. Salvia, hurt, says something about betrayal and how he had thought that [Friend 2] liked him, and not some pretty molly. [Friend 2] laughs, and tells Salvia not to waste his time. Salvia is fuming at this point, after all of the favors and things he’s done for [Friend 2], thinking that he actually meant something to them.
[Victim 1] tells Salvia to buzz off, and Salvia runs away into the woodlands nearby.
Since Salvia doesn’t really cry, he sits there for a long while in silent misery, before [Victim 2] finds Salvia alone, nearly sobbing but not a tear in sight.
The two cats converse, mainly [Victim 2] asking concerned questions about Salvia, before Salvia opens up about how he hates [Friend 2].
[Victim 2] comforts Salvia, and tells him that the best way to get over someone is to get them back, and to find a way to show him up.

It’s been a moon since Salvia found [Friend 2] and [Victim 1] together, and only [Friend 1] has been able to talk to Salvia without getting bitten. On one day, when Salvia isn’t even getting out of their nest, [Friend 1] lectures them about moping and how relationships are stupid anyways. Salvia and them have a long conversation about their love lives, and Salvia ends up being comforted by [Friend 1].

It’s the next day after that, and [Friend 2] catches up to Salvia in the clearing. He the proceeds to demand that Salvia fetch [Victim 1] some fresh moss, which Salvia politely declines. When [Friend 2] continues to make demands, Salvia snaps and rakes his claws across their face.
Shocked, [Friend 2] screams and curls up into a ball in the clearing, before Salvia panics and runs out of camp, leaving the screeching cat behind him.

A few days later, [Victim 1] approaches Salvia, who is picking at his food meagerly one evening. She begins to start talking, Salvia not uttering a word but speaking only with glares and snarly expressions. It then rolls around to how Salvia had clawed [Friend 2], and then Salvia cracks open and yells at [Victim 1] to shut up. The two explode into an argument, before [Encounter 1] and [Friend 1] rush over to split the two up before it gets physical. Salvia ends up clawing at [Encounter 1], leaving a dark red gash over their flank.
Salvia once again bursts free and flees from camp, leaving another wailing cat behind.
This time, [Friend 1] chases after him, to find Salvia picking his claws violently off. [Friend 1] stops this action before he turns all of his claws into bloody stumps. When [Friend 1] begins to scream at Salvia, Salvia explains what’s going on. Salvia then says darkly: “Their pain brings me pleasure. It gives me hope that one day they’ll die.”
[Friend 1] ignored this comment, before sitting next to Salvia and comforting him as he finally broke down…
and cried.

It’s been two full moons since Salvia ever spoke to [Friend 2], except for the awkward and angry occasions when they bumped into each other.
On one misty morning, Salvia runs into [Friend 2] on the outskirts of their territory.
The two start yelling, and finally, Salvia snaps and pounces on [Friend 2]. It’s a long battle, and while Salvia tries to draw it out to make [Friend 2] suffer, he finally gives up and snaps their neck to get him to stop struggling. He quickly disposed of the body, shoving it under a rotting tree root where no one would find it. The rain coming washed away all the blood and scent, and Salvia finally felt pleased with himself.
Except for afterwards.
When he had washed off the blood from his claws, mouth, and body, he returned to camp where [Victim 1] was in a frenzy, wondering why [Friend 2] hadn’t been back from dawn to now past sunhigh. Salvia played it off, but as it dawned on him what he had done, he realized he was a killer.
This didn’t delight him in the least- it scared him. For the next moon, he kept on reminding himself of the blood that could never leave his memory, the screams that had erupted from [Friend 2]. Salvia was horrified with himself, mortified that he had even done such a terrible and awful thing.
For awhile, he began to forget. The clan soon forgot about [Friend 2], even [Victim 1] only seldom mentioned him. Not even [Friend 1], who had been close to [Friend 2] ever said anything.

That’s when the urge to kill came again. [Victim 1] approached him on evening while he was hunting. She was carrying a plump, round squirrel, and she looked happy. Until she saw Salvia. The second she saw him she glared at him in disgust and anger, like she knew it had been him that had killed [Friend 2].
That night, Salvia hid the body once more. It had been a shorter killing this time, as daylight was leaving soon and he didn’t want to return after dark with ‘his’ catch, so he simply dragged her body beneath a large oak and covered it with leaf mulch and old debri.

Every moon now, Salvia took another life. The next moon it was [Victim 2], who had been one of his most elegant kills yet. It was excellently crafted, Salvia had waited for the exact time when they would travel to dirtplace. The second they had finished up, Salvia pounced. The kill had been very fast, because he didn’t want to wake the camp, but he then took the body and buried it behind dirtplace, right under decaying prey bodies and other waste from camp, an excellent stench to mask his murder.

The third moon it wasn’t as great. Salvia had chosen a random loner, [Passerby], to kill. He had made sure it was long and painful, but even then he had to wrap it up before the dawn patrol found him killing a cat. Salvia was almost caught, the only thing that had saved him from behind caught was a handy twoleg shed nearby where he could quickly run to.

The fourth moon would be his last.
Salvia killed another clanmate, this time [Encounter 1]. [Encounter 1] had wanted a joyful walk with Salvia, but Salvia had been restless. [Encounter 1] had nearly escaped, drawing the attention of some clanmates, but by the time they arrived the murderer was gone.
Why was it his last, you ask?
Well, let’s just say that he was going to be a father.
[Friend 1] was expecting his kits.
When [Kit 1], [Kit 2], [Kit 3], and [Kit 4] were born, Salvia felt love again.
Even though he had never felt any attraction towards [Friend 1], not even he could deny that he loved them now. After all, they were going to be raising his children, what more was there to that? Salvia was considered one of the best fathers in the clan, to outsiders he was sweet and caring and would never skip a beat for his kittens.

That peace only lasted three moons.
One night, Salvia and [Friend 1] got into a fight. It initially begun with Salvia angry as to why one of the kits was constantly getting into trouble, where [Friend 1] then blamed Salvia as to why their kit was such a mess. Salvia struck her out of rage, and [Friend 1] screamed when blood started pouring from her eye.
[Warrior] burst in, before pinning Salvia to the ground, standing between him and [Friend 1]. [Warrior] proceeded to fight with Salvia, as Salvia began to struggle and lunge for [Warrior]’s neck.

In the end, [Warrior] clawed open Salvia’s throat, killing him.

(o but wait, there’s more)

A year after [Warrior] killed Salvia, [Warrior] and [Friend 1] had a litter of kits, [Kit 5] and Mr. Reborn
Bam, reincarnation card.

holy crap that’s a lot of words

:ROLES:
(in order of appearance)

Listen guys i’m really lax about these, anything really goes as long as the gender and age are right c:

Friend 1
-Female or Trans Male (female turned male)
-Okay with having kits with Salviablossom

Friend 2
-Male
-Must reject Salviablossom

Warrior
-Biologically male
-Dislikes Salvia
-Has kits later on with Friend 1

Encounter 1
-Any gender

Victim 1
-Mate’s with Friend 2
-Hate Salviablossom

Passerby
-Loner
-If you have a cat you want killed off, here’s your shot c:

Kit 1
-Male
-Look like either Salviablossom or Friend 1

Kit 2
-Female
-Look like either Salviablossom or Friend 1

Kit 3
-Any gender
-Look like either Salviablossom or Friend 1

Kit 4
-Any gender
-Look like either Salviablossom or Friend 1

Kit 5
-Any gender
-Will be sibling to Salvia’s reincarnation
-Dramaaaaa

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