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    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]Oh good, all of a sudden there were plenty of people. Suddenly she couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry, after all, she'd never even really seen her father, what if she was on a wild goose chase? The femme quickly pushed the thought aside though, it wasn't important, she was already here and this would work out. She just had to keep going, that was her style, nothing really mattered as long as she kept moving in some sort of direction towards something, any goal really. "Hey, name's Crookedpaw, most people seem to prefer Crook though, 'cause it's shorter or whatever." She greeted, deciding to leave out that she may or may not have a crooked reputation as a crook back home. Not her, never, they were just being sensitive. "Oh, and I'm here to join. Word has it I have a father figure around here somewhere, and this place seems cool, so here I am." The golden tabbied tigress mused with a crooked grin, her pale yellow gaze drifting from face to face.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]Gee, this person seemed rather down, huh? The lanky adolescent trotted forward, a youthful spring into her step and a crooked grin on her alabaster muzzle as she approached the stranger. She had a lot of people to meet herself, so she supposed hijacking someone else's meet and greet was a step in the right direction.
    "Hiya, name's Crookedpaw, or Crook, whichever you prefer, really." The femme greeted with a flick of her kinked tail as she joined the others. Amour, Ashkit, and Mercurythorns, she flickered her pale yellow gaze to each individual, doing her best to jot the names down in her memory. The more people she knew, the better. Even if only for survival purposes, maybe she could make friends along the way, too.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]"I'd like to learn." Crook mused as she padded forward, halting next to Ashkit since the cheetah also seemed to be here to learn. She wouldn't say she was terrible at defending herself, actually she was quite decent, but her skills were all quite blunt, and she needed to fine-tune them. Really she just felt like she needed real training, rather than just using her size to literally roll over anything that bothered her, seeing as most animals were half way small compared to a tiger, even a youngster like herself.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]"That could work, we could also tie a long rope around it, and perhaps loop it around something high to make some sort of a pulley? Some of us could also help push it upright and hold it, I'd definitely be up for helping." The golden tabby tigress added as she trotted forward, joining the other two with that crooked grin of hers. She'd never seen a Christmas tree before, and thus far she didn't really see what the big deal was, but she supposed maybe it would look grander once it was actually standing upright. She was kind of looking forward to hefting around the tree though, as unlike Alan, she was rather fit. She wasn't terribly thick-muscled, but she did have a fair amount of strength if only due to her size and leanly muscled frame. Plus, she honestly just kind of enjoyed physical activity, fighting, climbing, swimming, anything really.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]A little question and answer session? Sounded interesting enough to her, and so Crook padded over, pale yellow gaze scanning over the unfamiliar male as she thought of what exactly she wanted to ask. "Hiya, name's Crookedpaw, or Crook, whichever you prefer. What's your favorite color?" She greeted, a crooked grin spreading across her muzzle. The favorite color question might have seemed stupid, but she had actually found that one could tell quite a bit about someone based on their favorite color. Either way, she was getting to meet more people, and that was useful. She hardly knew anyone here, after all, so every new face counted.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]"I'll give it a go." Crookedpaw announced confidently as she strode forward, ready to show off her skills on the ice rink. That is, until she set one large paw on the ice, slipped and proceeded to fall on her stomach with her legs splayed out like the arms of a starfish and a surprised yelp. She then slowly spun and slid around on her stomach, mostly because she had no clue how to get back on her feet.
    "Nailed it." The tigress declared with a crooked grin as she slowly spun around, trying her best to act like she'd planned the whole thing if only to save her pride. It was quite clear she hadn't planned to fall on her face, but she could pretend. Everybody always said it's the thought that counts, so clearly as long as she thought she was doing well, that was all that mattered.

    Pretty sure these two are litter mates so brother-sister thread with Crook? She could try to teach him some moves to fight off bullies or he could teach her puzzle stuff, and stuff like that or something. c:

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]Somehow Crook had managed to show up on time, probably because this was her first meeting and upon hearing the news she had sprinted over as she could. Of course, she'd stopped just far enough away that she could catch her breath and composure before moving to sit near Alan and Ashkit, mostly because she actually knew Ashkit's name and Alan was her brother, so sitting near them seemed logical. She then promptly turned her pale yellow gaze to Evangeline and waited to hear what their leader had to say.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]In all honesty, it was rather early. The sky was just beginning to turn a rose shade of pink as the sun started to peak over the horizon, while the far side of the sky was still a deep royal purple speckled with sparkling stars, and the moon a fading gem in its fabric. Crook wasn't usually the type to be up this early, but she hadn't been able to sleep, and so now she was off to find her brother for an impromptu sibling day.
    "Hey Alan, up and at 'em! We're losin' daylight." She called as she trotted over to his den, assuming he was inside. She wasn't a hundred percent sure he was, of course, but it seemed pretty reasonable given the current hour. Either way, she was loud enough there was certainly a chance she would wake up anyone nearby, but she wasn't too concerned by that. If they had a problem with it, they could come talk to her about it.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]Crook had luckily been just outside the entrance to camp getting ready to head out to hunt when the storm hit. Her thick ginger pelt was quickly smothered in white powder as she trudged to turn around, just managing to catch sight of Ambael's flames. She wanted to find Reindeergames and Alan, but she could barely see her own feet, so to her the most logical thing to dow as get to Ambael, and then go from there.


    1/10

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]"Absolutely, we've got a lot to do." She rumbled, crooked grin sprawled across her pale muzzle. She figured this would be good for Alan, maybe getting out and away from everyone would help brighten him up or something. At the very least, they'd be away from any jerks, and that was surely beneficial. "So, what do you think we should do first?" She asked, deciding maybe for once she shouldn't just drag everyone around her wherever she pleased. She tended to get a little carried away.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]Crook was apparently a little late to the party, but that wouldn't stop her from joining in on the fun. After all, this would be her first raid, and she wouldn't miss it for the world. The young tiger bounded into the fray, her pale yellow gaze searching around for an opponent that wasn't already locked into a battle with one of her Clanmates. She caught sight of a rather large feline, and decided he needed chasing out just as much as the rest of these intruders. [color=#C5E3BF][b]Without a sound, the tigress maneuvered around and then proceeded to aim to launch herself at Joseph from his side and bowl him over, hopefully knocking the wind out of him. If that was successful, she would then attempt to pin him down and rake her claws down his belly.

    Crookedpaw
    Strawberry tiger; First Tier of Bloodclan


    [justify][font=georgia]Crook charged into the battle after her Clanmates, pale yellow gaze flitting around in search of an opponent while also trying to weave her way through the mass of bodies to the sound of Blaise's voice. It sounded as though they were having trouble getting him out, and so she figured it couldn't hurt to make it over to lend a paw.


    [justify][font=georgia]Name;; Dart.
    Name Origin/Inspiration;; Named for the strip of white on her nose and her attention to detail, Dart's name comes from small, pointed objects commonly used for precise aiming and such.
    Gender;; Female.


    Appearance;;
    A lithe dark brown tabby with white spotting on her nose, chest, paws, and tail tip along with green eyes.
    People usually aren't surprised by Dart's name when she introduces herself, purely because her appearance matches her name incredibly one. She has a small build, making her shorter than most of her peers but not because she's misproportioned, but simply because she's an all around small cat. Her brown tabby pelt is also very dark, making her look more petite than she already is. Her stripes are long and pointed, much like darts themselves. Her dark pelt is interrupted by splashes of white on her toes, chest, and tail tip as well as a pointed strip right above her nose which also vaguely resembles a dart. She's primarily made for short bursts of speed, and she uses this rather than brute strength to win her battles. Dart also has another piercing feature, and that is her eyes. Her orbs are relatively large compared to the rest of her face, and a piercing shade of dark green.


    Personality;;
    Detail-oriented, reserved, intelligent, and sly.
    Dart is a relatively straight forward cat. She isn't quite at the perfectionist level of attention to detail, but she's very close and may even reach that level as she ages. She likes to make sure everything she does is just right, and while it may be obnoxious to others, it means that she rarely misses her mark. However, many don't realize how much detail she puts into her endeavors because she isn't terribly talkative, instead she tends to be reserved, only speaking when she's genuinely curious about something or feels she has something worthwhile to add to a conversation.
    Dart is also an intelligent cat, which is one of the main driving points behind her attention to detail. She not only solves problems, but she does so meticulously, making sure that every possible outcome has been taken into account before setting any plan of hers into motion. While this means she is usually very prepared for whatever may block her path, if something surprises her or gets in her way and she can't get around it, it causes her to panic and lose track of everything for a brief period of time. She also tends to use her intelligence for her own good, manipulating the people around her for her own benefit, and using her smarts to gain things for herself rather than reaching for any form of greater good.
    Quirks;;
    - List here.


    Plot Ideas;;
    - Ideas here.


    Other;; Very much a WIP, should be able to fill in the rest within the next day or two though and hopefully I'll have time to draw her some form of a ref. c:[/justify]

    [justify]Name: Brindlekit. (Named for streaked/mottled pelt)
    Appearance: A lean short-haired calico with green eyes and a bobbed tail.
    Personality: Brindlekit is loyal, ambitious, and sarcastic. It sounds like a bit of an odd combination, but she makes it work. She's the kid that dreams of leading her Clan someday, and so she can be a bit of a show-off at times, since she wants her Clanmates to be proud of her. At the same time, she has a very sarcastic sense of humor. This will develop more and more as she ages, and will probably make her the kind of cat you either love or hate. She does have the redeeming quality of loyalty, though, in that she is very devoted to her Clan. In summary, she's a hard-worker with big dreams who also happens to enjoy cracking sly jokes.
    Plots?: She'll train very hard as an apprentice, which will make her an excellent fighter. She will also be ambitious, and so as she ages she will try to work her way up to being deputy and eventually leader, because of this, she will probably try to avoid love and relationships because having kits would get in the way of that. However, depending on how she develops I may have her develop a love interest just to make her feel conflicted and she'll probably try to push him away with her use of biting sarcasm and sass.
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