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Polkastrike

WindClan

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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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Sep 14 2017, 11:19 PM
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Tom | Apprentice | 10 moons
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As Polkapaw turned away from his father he couldn't help but notice what seemed to be genuine concern. However, Polkapaw refused to spare his father a second glance. He had left Polkapaw by himself, perhaps if he had been here Sycamorekit wouldn't have died. Despite her young age she knew something was wrong when her father wasn't coming to visit anymore. Polkapaw often thought she might've died more from loneliness than from the sickness. Even Polkapaw found it hard to carry on after he realized his father had left so soon after the death of their mother.
He could never forgive that feeling of abandonment.
As they walked Polkapaw gave a few glances behind him every so often to look at his siblings. He tried to remember a time when he knew their faces. It seemed like a lifetime ago. A day ago he had completely forgotten that they existed, now they were here, with him.
They finally arrived in camp and Polkapaw slowed his walking pace to be alongside his siblings. "I...don't know if you remember this place, you'd probably just remember the nursery faintly, but this is WindClan." He said giving a thoughtful to both his siblings before turning his attention to WindClan, trying to imagine what it would look like if he didn't see it every day.
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Sep 3 2017, 03:33 PM
Okay! So Polkapaws history is as follows:

Polkapaw has grown up in WindClan his whole life. His mother had died when he was a kit. A badger had found its way into camp and night and forced its way into the nursery. His mother was killed but the rest of WindClan were able to drive it out. His father disappeared shortly after that along with his siblings and hes been on his own since.

So my plan is that Polkapaws father returns with his siblings after all this time, however Polkapaws father isn't here to reunite with his son, he is eager for getting revenge on WindClan for allowing his mate to die. He tries to convince Polkapaw to join him and his siblings as they join BloodClan but he refuses, however when Polkapaws siblings see him they decide to stay and that leaves Polkapaws father on his own to join BloodClan

This will be first come first serve but I would ask that you remain active with your characters C:

Genetics:
Father (Red tabby w/ low white spotting):

Siblings
Male: Red tabby, cream tabby, black, blue
Female: Tortie, dilute tortie

Cats can have no white spotting, low white spotting, or high white spotting.
Cats without white spotting can have any realistic eye color except blue.
Cats with white can have any realistic eye color including blue.


Polkapaws father: Adderstrike
Player by: Elmo

Polkapaws Sister: Swiftpaw
Played by: Lunlun

Polkapaws Brother: Crowspaw
Played by: Keepers Of Connlaodh
Sep 3 2017, 02:32 PM
Can I get some help on what Polkapaws parents and siblings would have looked like? I know the image isn't much to go by. :c

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