[Goner.]

Welcome to Rise!
Rise is an adoptable based on Warrior Cats and focused around world building and character development.
Please make sure that you read the main thread so that you understand limits and levels!

To claim you must be at least level 1 or not have a founder in progress or a founder at all. Please be sure you have room in your clan before applying for this cat.

This cat may not be traded until: July [date judged] 2019
There is a 2 month cooldown after each ownership change.
For a transfer to be official, both parties must post on this cat's page. The original owner must post in the archive.


Something has been bugging this cat recently. What is on their mind?
Minimum of 100 words, 500 words maximum. You are allowed an extra art piece.

End Date: May 10th, 11:59pm EST

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Age: moons
Description: Blue-Cream tortie point with low white and dark blue eyes.

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Siblings: None Living

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[Trickz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Name: Smokenose
Gender: Female
Clan: CreekClan
Age: 43 Moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt: (201 Words)
Smokenose has been bothered lately, probably because of the death of her elderly mother, Rippleshade. It hurt the she-cat a lot when her mother died, especially because she never knew her father, Rippleshade was all she had Even if the elder was definitely coming close to the end of her years, Smokenose can't help believeing something could have been done to prevent the loss of the former warrior. Smokenose has a grudge against Snowheart and her apprentice, Hoppaw, because of it. Even if there was nothing the two of them could have done, she can't help but feel it's their fault and is in denial, believing her mother may be able to be resurrected as a warrior. She has heard stories about giving a life up to save another cat, and Smokenose is in a state of anger with Briarstar, believing the brown tabby could have saved her mother if she had given up a life. The only reason Briarstar didn't was because Rippleshade was suffering from some sort of untreatable disease before, and didn't want the she-cat to suffer over it. She knew the elder would be safer in StarClan than in CreekClan, which is why she let her go.
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[Elliad.]

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[PeanutButterRum]

Dropping out to focus on other things, beautiful cat though

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Username: hot-second
Name: Whitesmoke
Gender: female
Clan: hawthornclan
Age: 26 moons
Rank: deputy

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[Ladyskittels]

Username: Ladyskittels
Name: Sequoiamist
Gender: female
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan
Age: 30 moons
Rank: hunter

Prompt: [355 words]
Sequoiamist's mind is full to the brim, although only one thing is on her mind; stuck on repeat like a broken record. She's not here, you couldn't save her. It's your fault.

A few weeks ago, Sequoiamist was living in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the twoleg village with her young kit who depended on her for everything. This kit was her everything; her pride and joy, her flesh and blood, the apple of her eye and the center of the universe. Her daughter was her very reason for existing and now she was gone; taken from her in a flash of injustice and bad luck and ran the risk of haunting her for many moons to come.

This young kit had been carefully tucked away in a safe corner of the building under careful instruction not to go anywhere until her mother returned with something to eat for the two of them. Having been days since the mother and her kit had anything to eat, it was necessary for Sequoiamist to leave her child in order to feed them or else they would both perish in the coming winter. While she hated leaving her only child out of 5, the mother knew this was the only thing that would keep them alive so she begrudgingly left for a short while to make a decent kill.

Upon her return, a fresh meal clutched tightly in her mouth for her child to feast on, the dilute tortoiseshell point made the painful discovery that her child had been murdered while she had been out finding food for them. Who would do such a terrible thing??? She thought, dropping the meal and sobbing uncontrollably, not able to accept the loss of her last child.

This happened less than a moon ago, and Sequoiamist somehow managed to make her way into the territory of Glacial Blizzard Clan, although she still hasn't fully comprehended what was happening around her. For the distraught mother, the only thing going through her mind was stuck on repeat like a broken record; she's not here. You couldn't save her. It's your fault.
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[Wet Bread]

Username: Wet Bread
Name: Petunianose
Gender: she-cat
Clan: Brightclan
Age: 28 moons
Rank: warrior

Prompt:
Petunianose couldn't help but scoff every time she saw a tom fawn over the other she-cats in camp. They were so obnoxious and so obvious. Didn't they realize how stupid they looked. She watched as Skimmerwing offered his best piece of prey, a nice fat squirrel, to Vervainstrike, who in turn denied his catch to go hunt her own prey. What made Vervainstrike so great? Sure, she was pretty enough, but she had a bad attitude and wanted nothing to do with most of the Brightclan cats. Petunianose just thought she was plain snooty. Skimmerwing drooped his ears as he took his squirrel to another part of the clearing to eat by himself. Of course, he wouldn't bother to share with Petunianose. Why would he? No one ever did.

The tunnel rustled as Silverpeak and Polliwog walked through, heads close together. Suspiciously close. Polliwog was cheerfully carrying a crawfish and Silverpeak flinched away when she got too close with it, causing Polliwog to giggle. Despite the teasing from the she-cat, Silverpeak had a rare playful gleam in his eyes. He was clearly happy to be spending time with the she-cat. It made Petunianose sick. Once again, she had no idea what Silverpeak saw in Polliwog. That naive she-cat knew almost nothing about being a proper warrior. She could only catch weird prey and she wasn't threatening in the least bit, not at all capable.

This clan was full of useless she-cats and toms that were obsessed with them as they all ignored Petunianose and she was sick of it. Petunianose wasn't going to stand by anymore, she'd make them pay attention...

[ataraxic_gone]

Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; CedarFrost
Gender;; female
Age;; 34 moons
Clan;; BeachClan
Rank;; Cove Mother

Prompt;;
What is a cat but their beliefs and morals? You are born with a special gift, a unique spin to the world that can only exist in your mind and the purpose in life is to constantly strive to understand the colours which those around you paint the world with. Yet with all you understand and build upon the colours you paint the world, mixing your blue and yellows with the pinks and purple of other peoples opinions.

CedarFrost would like to think with time she's become something new but stayed the same all at once. She'd like to think that everyone is the same as they were the day they came onto this earth, yet brilliantly new and always changing. That the innocence of what makes you pure remains even as the world corrupts everything else.

It bugs her then, to such an extreme degree that her sister would rage against her moral views.

Not in any huge way and not in a way which she had noticed as troublesome until now. Her sister, PoppyShine, is a mimic. She takes on the traits of those she admires to a degree that's annoying CedarFrost more than she admits. Her beloved sister takes all the good things about herself and destroys them trying to turn herself into those she loves.

Some say imitation is the greatest form of flattery, CedarFrost disagrees. She just wishes her sister would be herself and live her life to the colours of herself. PoppyShine's world used to be beautiful greens and purples, now it's only colours of other cats. It bugs CedarFrost because she's almost certain that some of PoppyShine's colours were stolen from her. It bugs her because maybe her sister is like this because of something she did. It bugs her because maybe one day she'll forget the stubborn angry kit her sister had been...

She doesn't want to forget. [316/500]

[Kazin]

Username: Kazin
Name: Teaselthorn
Gender: she-cat
Clan: Zephyrclan
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt:
How do you make the perfect world?

It was a question that had bugged Teaselthorn since she was a kit, listening to her mother talk of a world they would be the leaders of. The world in which neither of them would be questioned, where they could be free of the expectations other cats held them to. The beauty of the world her mother described made Teaselthorn want to create it, live in it... perhaps even be the leader her mother wanted to be. Was the world her mother envisioned possible? She could only hope it was, and in her dreams Teaselthorn was able to fly away into this place with her mother - freedom, happiness... home. She wanted a home.

Everywhere Teaselthorn had been, she had never felt like she belonged. Her mother was not a well-liked cat in their old clan, eventually leading to her own untimely end. Teaselthorn was still very young, confused and afraid without her mother, growing up in her shadow as cats expected Teaselthorn to be just like her mother. Evil, they whispered. This cat was going to be just as evil as her mother. But had her mother been as bad as they all say? She just wanted a place without reproach, a place that she didn't have to be afraid. Teaselthorn saw the fear in her mother's eyes every day when she came back to the nursery, and that had always been on her mind - what was her mother so afraid of? What made her want to make this perfect world she always talked about?

So many questions danced around Teaselthorn's mind, but there were no answers, at least not yet. The first of many answers was close, though; she knew it. Everything would fall into place eventually, and she would be able to see a better picture of the world her mother wanted to make.

She would make this world somehow. For her mother. For all the questions that were left unanswered after her mother was gone. She needed them, needed that peace, and now she needed that world her mother had always promised.

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[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Name: Riverbrook
Gender: female
Clan: Ridgeclan
Age: 34 moons
Rank: medicine cat

Prompt:
“Pinecove can I ask you something?” Riverbrook called back into the medicine cat den, seeking out the older molly in hopes of finding an answer to the question that plagued her mind.

“In the back Riverbrook what is it?” The older molly called back, not moving from her spot where she was sorting herbs back and worth, pulling out those that were no longer useful and making a list of what they would need to get more of on there next trip out.

Pushing her body away from the mouth of the cave the young molly makes her way back to the other, voice low as she speaks again although she’s sure no one care hear them this far into the den. “Falconcall somethings wrong with him isn’t there?”

Pinecove stops what she’s doing with a sigh and turns to look at her apprentice, although the younger molly was a full medicine cat now. Of course, while Pinecove still called herself a medicine cat she would mentor the other, probably even after she retired if still able to do so. “You’re going to have to be more specific Riverbrook I don’t believe Falconcall has come in here recently complaining of anything ailing him.”

Shaking her head at first the younger molly paused to get her words together, to try and convey what was bugging her about the tom. “No not like something making him sick, he’s not acting sick. He’s just acting different like somethings wrong with him. He’s been distancing himself from the other warriors, except Iceeyes and he keeps leaving camp by himself. I followed him once and he went to the lake and seemed to be talking to someone but no one was there.”

Pinecove listened with ever narrowing eyes, the moments that Riverbrook mentioned no matter how small were troubling signs. “He hasn’t been the same since his best friend died, he pushed away a lot then too but I thought he was getting better.” Pinecove started, mostly talking to herself before addressing the most concerning part. “You said he went to the lake and seemed to be talking to someone?”

Riverbrook only nodded in response to the question at first, the confusion at it clear in her eyes. “Yes, does that mean something?”

“You know how the gods have to chose which of us in the clan can talk to the ancestors and generally they very picky about who they allow. That’s why Emberheart talks to them most often, he was chosen by the gods as a kit and is the easiest for them to talk to. Well some of the older spirits, the stronger ones there are rumors that they have a way to go around this, by using mirrors in the world. Mirrors like lakes, allowing them to talk to the living without the gods blessing.”

Riverbrook’s eyes widen at the words, “These older spirits if they are going around the gods, they aren’t good are they.”

“No, they are not.”
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