Use flag for entry Hoi, I did it on paper, and I hope I can get more credit because……….. I made a bio! The guardian in the Coral pink berry woods Strawberry wasn't born from a mother cat; she was born from the very first, perfectly ripe strawberry of the season, kissed by the morning sun. The forest spirits, needing a guardian for their sweet, ruby-red harvest, breathed life into a berry, turning it into a small, fluffy pink kitten. Her coat smells like wild strawberries, and she leaves a tiny, glowing seed paw-print wherever she runs.However, Strawberry was created not just to guard the harvest, but to guard against a deep, cold sadness that had settled in the woods. One winter, the forest spirits were fading. Their laughter—once the sound of rustling leaves—had turned silent. The ground was frozen, and the strawberry patch was dying.In a desperate act of love, the oldest spirit plucked the last, most radiant, sun-kissed strawberry—the one that remembered the warmth of summer—and breathed into it, "You must bring back the light."That is how Strawberry was born. When she first opened her eyes, they were the color of honeyed dawn. She didn't know how to be a cat; she only knew she had to warm the frozen, lonely spirits. She spent that long, cold winter cuddling up to the grey, stone-like figures of the sleeping spirits, her warm, fruit-scented fur a tiny beacon of life in the darkness.She would leave her glowing seed paw-prints on their frozen hearts. Wherever she stepped, a tiny, resilient sprout appeared, breaking through the snow. Her work was exhausting, and sometimes she would cry, her meow sounding like the delicate chime of a falling berry.One by one, the spirits began to wake, warmed by her selfless love. She is still a guardian, but more than that, she is a tender reminder that even in the deepest, coldest winter, life, beauty, and sweetness can return.
