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• Username: Snowwish
• Information: I am an active and advanced member of WCRPG, and though I have not been her long with this account I have played on warriors before. I have never played in the Skulls before, however I have had cats get captured by the Skulls and I have read the guide and some threads to get a feel for the Anti-Clan. I have wanted to create a cat like Strawberry for a while now, and greatly look forwards to playing her. Strawberrykit will, of course, get her own subaccount and I will take very good care of her. Everybody was Kung fu fighting!

• Name: Strawberrykit > Strawberrydaiquiri
• Nickname: Strawberry, Strawberries
• Gender: Female
• Sexuality: Straight
• Alliance The Skulls
• Rank: Deckswabber
• Powers: None
• Theme song: American girl, by Bonnie McKee

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Overview • Build • Pelt • Eyes

Overview •
On first glance, you will not see Strawberrykit, but instead see her mother. A striking image of a tiny Martialarts, it takes a second glance to see the real cat. When that second glance is given, you will see similar features to the kitten that look like her mothers. Raven black pelt, bright green eyes and a small frame. You might notice that Strawberrykits' eyes are darker then her mothers, but no less sharp. Tiny black paws patter the ground as the lighter then air kitten sneaks around, not making a sound. No one would ever expect this kitten to be a fighter, and that's why we must look deeper.

Build and Pelt •
As already noticed, Strawberrykits' build is very small. One might think she was the runt, but that is not the truth. Of course, Srawberrykit is not the biggest, but she is a fine, healthy member of the litter. Hr black coast clings to her pelt, and when wet she hardly looks bigger then a stick. Her paws, while not large, make for good tiptoeing and running. Her pink pads are almost silent both on grass and boards. Back to her pelt, it is silky soft, adding to her permanent kitten like appearance. Of medium length, it doesn't catch on burrs or grasses and is easy to clean, while still keeping her warm when the cold wind blows. Snow, however, is this kittens downfall. Her black pelt could be seen from ThunderClan in the white snow, and the chill really gets to her bones. Her muscles are hard and she's determined to be a fighter, but her body fat lacks. On the warmest days, Strawberrykit happily basks in the sun, nothing to hot for her. On the flip side, she will shiver away in the cold and wet. She is a swimmer, long legs aiding her in both running and climbing, with added thanks to her short, but sharp claws. But her fear of water makes her a bad swimmer.

Eyes •
Beautiful. Simply beautiful are her eyes. They are a bright green, similar to her mothers only darker in color. They are bright and wide, as her normal look. She has great night vision, and with her pelt Strawberrykit soon masters the art of narrowing her eyes to avoid light reflection and sneaking through the dark. Her long, soft dark fur and wide bright eyes give her a soft kitten look and would cause any humans to go "Aw..."
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Sweet • Caring • Feisty • Smart-alec • Strategist • Confidant
Strong willed • Easily manipulated • Loyal

Sweet and Caring •
Meet Strawberrykit. Kind and caring, this young one wouldn't hurt a fly. And she won't. You will often find Strawberry moving spiders to safer homes, giving food to the ants and freeing flys. She's small and sweet, and you might feel compelled to protect this kitten and never let her see the gory of battle. Soft spoken, this kitten weaves her way through the world with words. Soft purring and wide eyes are all it takes for is kitten to get her way. The ship loves her, and so does the world.

Feisty and Smart-Alec •
While for first impressions Strawberrykit is every bit the perfect kitten angel she appears to be. She is sweet and quite, and it seems almost surprising when she speaks a good idea. But after she gets to know you, or you make her mad, you'll find she's a claw swinging trouble maker. Words are her life. They get her into and out of trouble and she will often sweet talk her way into getting something. Before you know it, Strawberrykit is climbing to the crows nest and sliding down the rigging. She can't wait to get her claws into battle, but she hides it behind glowing eyes quite well.

Strategist and Confident •
What Strawberrykit lacks in size she makes up in her mind. She loves thinking out plans, and the biggest one to mind is figuring out if she can become the first female to hold the position of apothecary, because she's set on become the Captain one day. She loves figuring out ways to hunt better, fight better and even live better on the ship. Strawberrykit is very confident in her skills, sometimes over confident and that can lead to trouble. Her Greek fatal flaw is hubris, meaning over pride but her specifically she feels like she can do better then everyone else, and constantly has to remind herself that she is not the best at everything.

Strong willed and Loyal •
Never brake a promise. When Strawberrykit says she'll do something, she will do it. She will keep her promises to the end or serve self guided punishment. She's soft, but not quite as soft as her looks make her out to be. She enjoys a good fight and isn't afraid to doll out punishments. Of course when it comes to herself, she has a high fear of pain and doesn't want to inflict anything on herself. That said, she will do anything for The Skulls, and will never share their secrets. Loyalty means everything. If you betray the trust of The Skulls, or do anything to endanger them you will feel Strawberrykits' wrath. If you are allowed to stay in The Skulls, Strawberrykit will not touch you, but she will pull out a rare but venomous glare and avoid contact with you at all costs.

Easily manipulated •
On the outside, a soft kitty who will do whatever you say. She's loving, caring and needs to be treated like a china doll or she will fall apart. While for the most part her personality is the polar opposite, this section is dedicated to the explanation that there is a soft side to this young kitten, and some one can get the better of her. She trusts other cats all to easily and will even pause in a fight if her opponent gives a good enough argument. This might get her into trouble one day, if she agrees to go with an enemy cat, or eat something supposedly "safe." She will believe your every word if you sound convincing enough. When she gets older, she will grow to be less trusting. But in her kit and apprentice moons, she will trust very near everyone who smiles at her.
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- Strawberrykit is fresh out of the kits' quarters and is eagerly learning the ropes of the ship. She shyly and politely asks the male members of the Anti-Clan to teach her a few things, and taken by her cuteness they agree. No one thinks for a second she will be a fighter or hunter, and all look forward to when she is old enough to be a Loot. By the time she's old enough to start training, everyone is surprised to see a tooth biter apprentice on their paws. Who knew the young one was such a fighter. She takes a place as a deckhand, and she worked her tail off to earn her place there.

- Strawberrykit will spend most of her life trying to impress her mother. While her more treats her kindly, it isn't the sort of love Strawberrykit is looking for. She. Her kitteness and sweet eyes don't win Martialarts over, the black kit is confused. As she gets older, she try's a new tactic, be the best fighter ever. She throws everything into learning how to fight, how to hunt, in hopes of impressing her mother.

- Strawberrypaw will be my pride and sole of WCRPG. She will be a proud, shy deckhand and do her best to prove she is worthy of being a member of The Skulls. At one point, the young kitten will find herself captured by Twolegs. Though she could be well suited to that life, her heart leads her home. Forever after, she has a fear of small spaces.

- Her love life will be but a bundle of joy. Strawberrypaw will be so focused on being the best she can that she will forget to look around and see the world. A her best friend finds feelings for her, but she doesn't see hm as more then a friend. But one day he saves her life, and, while struggiling will fallen pride, she find she loves him too.

Thread plots •
- Climb to the top of the crows nest and get stuck up there
- She will get stuck in a snow drift and nearly freeze to death. This will cause her Greencough and staying to be healed.
- She try's swimming and nearly drowns
- Find she loves turtles

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"Mew?" A tiny meow came from the new born kitten. Her eyes were still tightly closed, and her ears were deaf to the world. But she didn't care. She was hungry. Wiggling closer to her mother, Strawberrykit found the sweet warm milk. At last. Later there would be time to figure out this strange new world, but not now. First some food, and then maybe a nap.

Track

Track

Can I start rping her around at -- moons?

A small kitten crept out of her den, her green eyes large and wondering. She'd been out of the den before, but not very far. Strawberrykit peered at the larger cat and scooted to sit in the shadows by the wall. Where was her mother? She needed protection from the strange, loud cats.

Strawberrykit opened her green eyes. She was still young, and her kitten fur edged her features. She glanced around the nest before scrambling out. Her mother, Martialarts wouldn't mind, right? Strawberrykit went tumbling onto the floor, and she shivered, not prepared for the cold that wrapped around her. The black kitten rose, a little shakily, to her paws and crept towards the door that was open just a crack. She had no idea where she was, but she wanted to see more. Her green eyes were wide as she stepped away from her mothers nest, looking at the wooden halls of the ship.

Strawberrykit shank back, pulling in her breath as a large dog suddenly appeared. The black kitten had never seen a dog before, and the sight startled her. Her green eyes stared up at the larger animal, and she tilted her head in a curiously cute way. "I'm exploring." She meowed quietly. "Mamas sleeping." A glance over her shoulder told her it seemed to still be true. And even if her mama awoke, she probably would go back to her nest. And yet, she tended to do as others said. So if someone told her to go back she probably would. "I wanna see the ship." Strawberrykit explained. "Mamma says it's big." Mama had also said it was no place for tiny kits, yet here she was.

A tiny back head appeared over the side of the ship, followed by two equally tiny back paws. Strawberrykit had been doing some exploring, and the three moon old wanted to go some more. Lulling herself up and over the rail, she tumbled onto the sand, turning her black pelt speckled with tan. She padded up to the one who seemed to be in charge, someone she hadn't met and meowed in a soft voice, "Sir please sir, may I learn too?" Strawberrykit looked up at him, batting her huge green eyes in a cute manner. She didn't look like she would get very far. She was small in frame, and very quite. Not really the makes of a warrior.

{Strawberrykit will be finding the power of manipulateing emotions. She'll get into a little bit of trouble and convince others not to be mad. So, permission to use power?}

Strawberrykit poked her head over the side of the ship and glanced around. No one was there. Hr head disappeared, then reappeared with her black forepaws as she scrambled to bring herself back into the camp. She tumbled onto the floor of the ship, wi a pile of sand. Her pelt wasn't nearly as black as it have been that morning, instead it was dappled tan. She'd been for an adventure in the sand and had brought most of it back n her pelt. As she trotted towards the fresh kill pile, she left a trail behind her. Once she reached the pile, she shook out of her fur, scattering sand and returning her pelt to its normal blackness. Then she proceeded to pick a piece of prey, not giving any mind to the mess she had created.

Strawberrykit gave a startled mew and shrank back. The large dogs scared her, she was for sure they'd eat her. "I-I'm sorry!" She stammered, her green eyes wide. 'Don't eat, me, I'm just a cute kitten, you love me right?' She thought, opening her eyes winningly. "I'll be more carful next time!" Strawberrykit meowed softly. 'Don't be mad, don't be mad...' She thought.

Strawberrykit narrowed her eyes. She didn't get it. Demoted? Shanghis? The black kitten didn't understand the complete interior kings of the Clan yet, being three moons old, but she was slowly picking up. She understood that a Shanghi was a rank in the Clan, but what they did she wasn't sure. The black kitten looked around at all the other cats. Mostly males, but she took no notice of the gender difference. What was so funny anyway? Glancing up at Votaire, she frowned. He wasn't laughing, yet he was obviously in charge. With a tiny kitten shrug, Strawberrykit scampered off to see what else she could do.

Low activity here. Sadly Strawberry is only a three moon kit. I'll need a mentor for her, and anyone have some kits to be her friend?

"I do!" Strawberrykit piped. 'Of course, because there won't be a next time!' Her green eyes glittered, watching the cats who had approached. So many larger cats scared her, and the dogs and jaguars even more so. A small, and female, kitten like her might look like a tasty snack. She didn't want to find out if she tasted good or not. The black kit pulled out a vole and nudged it towards the canine, blinking for forgiveness at him. "For you?" She offered.

Strawberrykits green eyes widened at the coyotes assumption. The Shanghi was dead. Gone. The black kitten pressed herself to the ground. "Why?" She asked quietly. Was something going to jump out and kill her? She didn't want to die, and wasn't nearly strong enough to defend herself.

The black kit had been sitting in the shadows, watching. Waiting. Now that the ball wasn't currently in anyone's grasp, Strawberrykit shot out at, her long legs moving quickly to get there before the other kits. She. He reached the ball, she pounced, grasping it in her forepaws. As quickly as she could. Strawberrykit swung her forepaw and sent the ball spinning quickly towards Serafim. The she turned her attention to those who might prove a problem. Uninterrupted, the ball would meet it's target. The black kitten sprung at Skrillex and Murdocs paws. Not aiming to kit the kits, but flop in front of them to cause them to slow down or trip. After they'd finished tripping, she would get up and try pulling them down.

Track, looking to get Strawberrykit of the Skulls into trouble.

Sounds great Star child. Mind making the thread?. Of I'll do in a few hours.

Flash paw, thread with Strawberrykit?

Strawberrykit turned to study Flashpaw. Yo? Okay, a greeting of sorts. "Strawberrykit." She chirped. "Hello Riotfire." She added to the tom. He hung around a bit, so she knew him well enough. It was everyone else she didn't know. And wither she would ask or not, she wasn't yet sure. She eyed the larger, black tome that wandered up. Who was this now? Hadn't the big funny pelted cat said something, and then this cat had gotten up? Strawberrykit hadn't paid to much attention at the meeting. She'd only gone because everyone else had. "Who are, um, who you?" Strawberrykit asked him, cursing herself on the inside for her mess up of words. She had picked up quite a few curses, though she'd been cuffed around the ears twice when she'd spoken them. She didn't get it. Why was sit okay for others to say things, but not her? She couldn't do anything it seemed.