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Polkastrike

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Jan 20 2018, 03:38 AM
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Tom | Warrior | 13 moons
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For the first time in a while Polkastrike felt some security in the presence of his clanmates. When his father had attacked him during his own vigil the young tom felt afraid to even sleep in the closed nit community without feeling his father’s eyes boring into his soul. He was well aware Adderstrike was far away and was incapable of producing any harm. He was still very real in his nightmares though.
It was a brisk leaf-bare mid morning when the spotted warrior felt a sudden urge to do something. He wasn't exactly sure what but his paws itched to explore the moors. He had promised himself to make an effort within the clan; to put himself in group situations rather than play the lone wolf. Rowanstars sickness made Polkastrike aware of his isolation from the clan. With this promise in mind his green eyes scanned the bustling WindClan camp to aid him on some unknown adventure. He hoped someone would present themselves soon. He was beginning to get anxious
@Leeisbae
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Jan 14 2018, 01:52 AM
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Tom | Warrior | 13 moons
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He was positive it was going to be a day he would never forget. The first day of his mentor ship. He had been blissfully unaware of Sageleaf's intentions on endowing him with this type of responsibility. It was enough to make him tremble in excitement. At the first sight of the scintillating rays of the snowy leaf-bare morning Polkastrike felt a sudden burst of energy. His mind and spirit wide awake and ready for today's events.
The spotted tom made his was out of the warriors den with a new sense of perseverance. It had been a long time since he had felt like this, not since before Adderstrike made his sudden reappearance. His optics scanned the camp in search of Berrypaw. It would be exciting to introduce a kitten to the territories. It was like discovering a whole new world.
@berrypaw.
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Tom | Warrior | 13 moons
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This thread will take place during Adderstrike's kits apprentice stage, around 8 moons or so. Their mother never died so Adderstrike never took the kits away from WindClan,
@Adderstrike
@Swiftpaw
@Crowpaw

the rays of sunlight spilled through the crack of the apprentice den. As the rays grew brighter and brighter Polkapaw found himself slowly being sucked back into reality, away from a horrid nightmare that would soon slip from his memory. His eyes fluttered open to meet the harsh rays and he shied away, stretching his limbs and rising to his feet. He wasn't exactly sure where he siblings were at the moment, but they might've already been awake by this point.
The spotted apprentice emerged from the den, eyes scanning the moors for the forms of his father or mother. They were the ones that usually slept all day. He made his way briskly toward the fresh kill pile picking his way toward a vole and proceeding to eat it. His mind traveled slowly back to the nightmare he had been having. It was slowly slipping away from his memory, he wasn't even sure what it was about anymore; but yet he still tried desperately to remember. The dream had felt so long.
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Nov 23 2017, 04:12 PM
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Tom | Warrior | 12 moons
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@Swift
Everything had happened too fast. Before Polkastrike knew it he was a warrior, a full warrior of WindClan with siblings who up until a few weeks ago he had forgotten existed. In retrospect he should've known that it wasn't the last he was seeing of Adder. He should've been prepared during his vigil, maybe then Rowanstar wouldn't have lost a life and maybe then he could've actually defended his friends and family like he intended.
Polkastrike refused to make that same mistake again. The once happy apprentice now seemed slightly paranoid, jumping at every small sound and whipping his head to face the entrance every time he heard someone enter. He felt as if Adderstrike was constantly watching him and there was nothing he could do about it. The only thing that brought him any comfort were his siblings. Especially his sister, despite the scar that had been inflicted by Adderstrike, Polka still saw his mother each time he saw his sister. It wasn't just the fact that she looked like her, Polkastrike was even certain that she sounded like her. She was kind and sweet, everything he had remembered about his mother.
The young warriors eyes found their way over to his sisters familiar tortie pelt, and they lingered there for a moment. Polkastrike tried to imagine a life where Dashingwind had never died, where they all lived happily ever after as a family and grew up together in WindClan. His sisters head turned, revealing the scar across her face and that only served to shatter the illusion. Their perfect family was just that, imaginary.
Polkastrike made his way over to his sister, placing himself beside her. "Hey Swiftpaw, we should go on a border patrol together, I can show you around a bit more." He offered. Up until this point had hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Swiftpaw one on one. It was nice.
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Nov 4 2017, 02:39 AM
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Tom | Warrior | 12 moons
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@Adderstrike

He had done it. He was finally a warrior. Rowanstar had rewarded him with the name Polkastrike. He knew that the name carried weight and he felt honored that Rowanstar trusted him to change that. He was going to wear the name proudly and not let its past affect his feelings.
As of right now the young warrior was sitting idly by the entrance of WindClan camp. Tonight was the night of his vigil and Polkastrike had never felt more excited in his life. How on earth was he supposed to stay still throughout the entire night. He felt as if he could run across the entire territory and back.
Slowly, he willed himself to stay calm and focused his gaze out into the nights territory. As the night slowly dragged on Polkastrike found himself becoming increasingly aware of his surrounding. His imagination was beginning to run wild and Polkastrike couldn't help but feel slightly paranoid as he stared out into the darkness. It felt as if something were staring back at him. He quickly assured himself that the thoughts were irrational, but still they lingered in the back of his mind. He was beginning to feel tired and he wondered exactly how much nighttime was left. The spotted warrior shuddered against the cold winds that passed through WindClan camp. Leaf-bare would be here soon. It was a worrying thought. [dohtml]</div>
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