[SurgeFire]

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.

This cat may not be traded until: July -- 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.

This cat seems to be looking for something/someone.
What-- or who-- is this cat looking for? And why?

Min: 50 words
Max: 500 words (+1 art; just an opportunity, although the deadline is on the shorter side)
End Date: May 14th, 11:59 PM EDT

Username: Placebo
Cat Name: Duskrain
Clan: Floodclan
Rank: Warrior/Combatant

Gender: Male
Age: 24 moons
Description: Chocolate mink point with low white and blue eyes.

Other Features: N/A
Siblings: Asterlily (Mother: Bubbleberry)

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[Ladyskittels]

Username;; Ladyskittels
Cat Name;; Tinybriar
Gender;; tom
Age;; 13 moons
Clan;; Glacial Blizzard Clan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;;
"Not again," Tinybriar mumbled to himself, a hint of panic in his voice as he paced the floor of his den.

The early morning light crept into the rest of the sleeping hunter's eyes which largely went unnoticed by the young tom who was continuing to pace. "It was just here last night..." he thought aloud, pausing in midstride as something crossed his mind. "I wonder..."

The chocolate mink cat took off in a sprint out of the den, as he frantically searched for something unbenknown to the rest of the hunters. Tinybriar retraced his steps from the day before, thinking aloud as he went.

"I know I had it when I went hunting," he muttered, placing his nose close to the ground as he searched.

"What are you doing?" A small voice asked, making the tom jump.

"Oh, uh..." he said, taking a minute to register who he was talking to. "I'm looking for my lucky feather."

The kit tilted her head at the chocolate mink. "Don't you have lots of feathers? Why don't you just use one of those?"

"This one's different!" He retorted in a harsher tone than he meant to. "Sorry. It's just that this one's special. It was given to me by the girl who is to be my wife one day. She said as long as I wore it she will be with me and give me her luck."

"That's dumb, " the kit said bluntly. "But if it's THAT important to you I'll help you look."

"Thanks," Tinybriar replied, forcing himself to ignore her comment as they continued to look. He thought of the dove's feather that his love had given to him and memories of his lost love flooded his mind. He wished things would've turned out differently, but he truly believes that her memory lives on in that one magical feather she had given to him- her last act of kindness before she lost her battle with an illness.

[Goner.]

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[huskypawz]

Username;; Thunder.Collects
Cat Name;; Fennelface
Gender;; Female
Age;; 38 Moons
Clan;; CreekClan
Rank;; Permeant Queen

Prompt;; (500 Words)
"Jack! Jack, where are you?" The distressed she-cat wailed, the human city behind her roaring with the noises of humans, cars, and the giant flat screens hanging from buildings as they played moving videos. She doubted her young son could hear her, wherever he was, but she couldn't give up. "Jack, please come to me, this isn't a game of cat and mouse." She urged, bristling from head to tail tip as a human almost stepped on her. She dashed over to a parked car, clambering on top of it and yowling out in urgency, wanting to find her son so they could escape the city and start a new life. The rogue group she was running from had already taken her two other sons, the only kittens she had, so she needed to escape and find her son so he can leave with her. The city was too dangerous for them.

They had talked about groups of cats who lived in a family called clans. They were much better than the gangs here in the city, they followed rules and stood against others to defend each other. They defended what was justifiable. That was what she wanted for her son. Fennel looked around urgently, calling out again before leaping down from the car and running across the road, narrowly avoiding a car racing by, meowing out as she ran. Finally, she caught his scent, and it was fresh. There was good news, it wasn't mixed with the disgusting stench of the gang, but there was also bad news. It was tangy with the scent of blood.

Her nose lifted to scent the air and mouth opened to help, she followed the scent trail into an alleyway where she gently meowed out, "Jack? Jack are you here? It's me, Fennel." She heard a gentle groan of her son, coming from underneath the dumpster, and she found him there, curled up in a ball, bleeding from a large scratch on his flank. It was obvious where it came from. The gang.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard a low and threatening bout of laughter behind her and her head whipped around. She saw three large, muscular toms, all of them ready to fight. One of them was her son, already brainwashed and ready to kill anyone who defied the gang. She was a target. "Leave me mother, save yourself. I am hopeless." Jack whispered, staring urgently up at his mother, his eyes watery and dull. He was dying, they both knew it. He lost too much blood. "There's nothing we can do now, go. I'll see you in StarClan.." His voice trailed away as he swallowed weakly, and Fennel knew it was time to go. Nodding to her son, love and undying affection in her eyes and burning in her heart, she jumped onto the dumpster and over the fence, running faster than she had ever run before. She would find him one day, when she joined StarClan.

[chamomile.]

Username;; chamomile.
Cat Name;;
Gender;;
Age;;
Clan;;
Rank;;

Prompt;;

res,, waiting over by starclan's roamings on the eve of when his son got his apprentice name, who sadly passed away during a flood. Waits there for his starry son to show up, and they talk together for the brief period his starry son can slip away from starclan to be with his dad

[Ravendarus]

Username;; Ravendarus
Cat Name;; Willowbark
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 50 Moons
Clan;; Echoclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;; I am lost, I search only for the truth... what I seek is the find myself once again.

I walked along, the forest path, I didn't know where I was, something was missing inside of my mind. Who was I? Who had I been? Who was I now? I had to know the answers to these burning questions in my head. I heard the whispers of the past just out of reach, I run but I can't seem to keep up. Every turn I take every jump I make is in vain as I look around... I don't know where I am. I am lost and cannot find my way. I call for help but it seems like no one can hear my cries. I slump by a tree sad and alone that is until morning rose. I was so hungry I could feel my body aching and my wounds sore.

"Hello... you look lost." Echostar said laying down a fish for me, my eyes widened in surprise as I gazed upon the she-cat, I slowly sat up, "Do... do you know me?" I pleaded to know but her head shook much to my devastation. "No I do not know you." She said, "But I can help you find your way." Echostar said my eyes widened surprised, "You can?" I asked rather hopeful of her words. She nodded her head and gazed down at me, "Yes... first let's get you healed. Come with me after you eat." She said. I nodded and ate up swiftly, I was starving, once I was finished I slowly rose up shakily on my paws.

She brushed against me to help take me to what she called camp. "Camp?" I questioned, "Yes, we live in a clan, I'm not sure if you were from a clan or not, however I do know that you are hurt and wounded and we will help you... if you don't know who you are we can try and help recover your memories." She said softly. "T-Thank you... um..." I started but trailed off looking down. "Echostar." She said, "You can call me Echostar." She said, "Thank you Echostar." I spoke walking along with him. Echostar nodded her head and took me into the camp to a den called the Medicine Cat's Den. Ravenmoon frowned, "Great, I'm out of willow bark..." She mumbled. I perked my ears surprised, I remembered that... it sounded so familiar. "Willowbark." I spoke almost a whisper causing Ravenmoon and Echostar to look at me.

"What?" Echostar asked softly. "Willowbark... I remember that name... I think I am Willowbark." I said excitedly. "Willowbark huh? You must be from a clan then." Echostar nodded her head. I beamed, this was great news... that meant it was possible to remember who I was... slowly but surely I would get all my memories... thanks to Echoclan... I owe them my life, I will stay here and one day I will find myself again. in.

[I Like Bees]

Username;; I Like Bees
Cat Name;; Lilacwing
Gender;; Female
Age;; 26 Moons
Clan;; PetalClan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;; [493/500]
Lilacwing had always been a seeker of the lost. It was simply the niche she had filled in the Clan. Her excellent sense of smell and her ability to perceive even the smallest movements made her the perfect tracker, and she had put the skills to good use during some of the recent, powerful storms.

Now, however, she was tracking a cat who she was fairly certain was not lost. Sorrel-light, one of BloomClan's younger warriors, had mysteriously disappeared in the night. Based on the scent trail Lilacwing had followed this morning, Sorrel-light had left with a clear destination in mind. The she-cat had travelled in an almost perfectly straight path from the camp to the border, changing direction only to dodge the occasional thorn bush or tree trunk. Lilacwing had also concluded that she had left willingly, since there were no signs of a struggle.

It just didn't add up. BloomClan had lost a few traitorous warriors in the past, but they had all left to become kittypets or to join their non-Clan mate. The border Sorrel-light had exited BloomClan territory at was in the opposite direction of the Twolegplace, and Sorrel-light had often expressed her lack of interest in ever having a mate or kits. That meant that both the normal reasons for Clan abandonment didn't apply here.

Lilacwing sat down, studying a tuft of fur caught on a bramble thorn. Based on the direction the fur had caught on the thorn, and since there was no wind to shift the tuft, Sorrel-light was still travelling in the same direction. The scent trail had long since faded, but Lilacwing was sure she'd be able to find the missing warrior. If Sorrel-light was trying to disappear undetected, she was doing a terrible job of it.

The BloomClan warrior stood back up, and continued following Sorrel-light's trail southwards. Brightstar had given her explicit instructions not to return until she had found Sorrel-light, even if it required her to travel well beyond Clan territory.

And travel she did.

The total trip took four days, and ended at a giant, flower-filled meadow. It took Lilacwing an additional day to locate the four canyons in the center of the meadow, and one final day to find Sorrel-light's den. After that, all she needed to do was confront the she-cat and convince her that coming home was in her best interest.

That, however, did not go as planned. Sorrel-light -- or, rather, Sorrelstar -- had started her own Clan in the canyon: PetalClan. Despite much pleading, Lilacwing couldn't convince Sorrelstar to return home. This presented a problem. Lilacwing couldn't go home without Sorrelstar (Brightstar wouldn't look highly on her disobedience), but it didn't seem possible to bring Sorrelstar back.

The solution? She stayed.

Although she'd never admit it, Lilacwing is starting to enjoy the freedom from the strict rules of BloomClan. She's adjusting to her new home slowly, but, in time, she's sure that PetalClan will feel like home.

[dolly]

Username;; dolly
Cat Name;; hawkstorm
Gender;; female
Age;; 38 moons
Clan;; jayclan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;; vengeance isn’t an alien concept to most and it certainly wasn’t unfamiliar to hawkstorm. she had a brother once. his name was, as basic as it is, tom. he tried to join jayclan and lost. he was exiled and she never saw him again.
she made her way across the sandy dirt of jayclan territory with a mission at heart. the sky had barley risen and light was dimly illuminating the broken twoleg dens they’d made their homes in. she snorted at the thought.
a golden tabby crept out, watching her with curious eyes. “who are you?” she asked.
“a new member of your clan,” she replied confidently.

shadestar watched as a towering figure atop the tallest point. her shadow was harsh and threatening in its own right, only magnified by the large cat it came from. cats lined the walls around her, watching and waiting with judging eyes.
“so you want to join my clan,” she began, “you see, here we have a tradition.”
“I know.” shadestar tilted her head in question. “this is the arena. I’ll have to fight for my place here.”
“and how do you know this?” asked the leader.
“doesn’t every rouge know by now?” shadestar accepted this and so she continued, “now, i have a special request.”
“request? who are you in a position to make those?”
“my request is to fight you, shadestar,” she continued unphased. the cats cackled mockingly, a nasty sound she tried not to cringe at.
“fine,” she said. the cats looked at her in shock. she paid them no mind as she jumped down. “beat me,” she challenged.
hawkstorm lunged at her with an unnatural fury, tackling her into the dirt. she slashed at the other cat who kicked her off. she tumbled into the ground, but got back to her paws and lunged again.
shadestar dodged with ease skidding slightly. hawkstorm swiped at the leaders side. she let out a yowl and hawkstorm took the chance to pin the other cat.
her veins were pounding with adrenaline as she towered over her. she felt almost numb except for a stinging buzz from the victory she was so close to. she’d have revenge for her brother, finally.
shadestar flipped her off and pinned her to the ground. a paw pressed at her throat and she gasped for air. she stared down at her blankly and stepped away. it was silent except for her desperate gulps of air.
“you put up a good fight,” said shadestar breaking the silence. “welcome to the clan...”
“hawkstorm,” she croaked out. she’d have to get her revenge later it seemed. for now, she was hawkstorm of jayclan.

[Wileyfangs]

Username;; Wileyfangs
Cat Name;; Deersky
Gender;; She-Cat
Age;; 25 moons
Clan;; Swampclan
Rank;; Queen

Prompt;;
In the quiet of the swamplands, Deersky peered out from the oak tree den, her eyes gleaming in the soft orange dawn. The Queen turned peered at the sleeping faces of her fellow queens before slowly making her way toward the sandy bank. The elders' tree was dull of snoring as she passed it though she caught sight of one eyes cracking open to peer up at her before carefully, a figure moved out from the darkness of the den and into the light.

"S'it time?" Breathed Tornsight, a ragged elder with only one working eye. Deersky nodded slowly. "I just hope we can find them..."

"We will. It's Spring time and they'll grow round this time just fine." The mink furred she-cat nodded and dipped her head before heading to the water's edge. "Been awhile since I swam..." She mumbled but Tornsight chuckled. "Longer for me too, but I bet this ol' rudder still works. 'Sides, it's for Yarrowglare. She needs this more than us."

That strengthened Deerksky's resolve. "Then lets go find those lilies to line in her nest. As Head Queen it's my job to make sure every queen and her kits is cared for...even the dead ones. Starclan bless em." Tornsight nodded mournfully. "Right sad too. Those two lil ones she had. Pepperkit and Puffkit were a joy. They even got ol' Shellsnap happy to see em."

Deersky nodded as she leaned forward, dipping a paw into the cool water before slowly thw reat of her followed suit as shr slunk in soundlessly, paws churning the water as they should. The delight that courses through her at the feeling of water after so long is trumped by the ache of reminding herself what this trip was for. Behind her, Tornsight too slipped into the water, gracefully swimming alongside her.

"A white Lily nest...it's been so long since we've made one."

Deersky swallowed thickly. "Not long enough, but Yarrowglare as prickly as she is, needs all the support she can get right now. Losin' her kits to the fire like that..."

The two swam in silence for awhile both remembering the terrible way the fire had started. Lightning had struck the Hightree almost viciously but worse was when the alarm had been raised to flee not even the land away from them had been safe as the fire had sparked and traveled. They'd all managed to flee but those kits. They were too young, barely able to run. The smoke had gotten them before anything else. Then they discovered their deputy had died too and Swampclan took three hits that night.

Now some few days later, Swampclan was rebuilding, both the clan and each other. Yarrowglare's haunted gaze would burn into Deersky's memory for as long as she lived and she promised herself to craft this nest as beautifully as she could. The White Lily nest was for queens who lost their kits and was made through compassion. Deersky only hoped they'd find enough lilies for it. [500 words]

[.sins.]

Username;; .sins.
Cat Name;; Thinstrike
Gender;; tom
Age;; 77 moons
Clan;; Strawberryclan
Rank;; Elder

Prompt;; Thinstike sees visions of his lost sister, and is often found wandering the territory claiming to be following her. No one in the clan knows why he sees these things, but when he is found, there is no other cat scent to be found. The clan tries to keep a good eye on him and makes sure he doesn't wander too far out of camp.