[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.

Tell me of the biggest journey they had.
Interpret this how you want.

Min 100 words, Max 600

End Date: May 29th, 11:59 PM EDT

Username: Ladyskittels
Cat Name: Quailmist
Clan: Glacial Blizzard Clan
Rank: warrior

Gender: female
Age: 34 moons
Description: Lilac-cream torbie point with high white and blue eyes.

Other Features:
Siblings: None Living

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[Trickz]

Username;; Thunder.Collects
Cat Name;; Sheephowl
Gender;; Female
Age;; 102 Moons
Clan;; CreekClan
Rank;; Elder

Prompt;; (598 Words)
"The biggest journey I underwent? Well, I've been through many journies, give me a moment to think about it young one." An older she-cat meowed, frowning as she thought. This was Sheephowl, one of the clan elders, and one of the kits favorite elders. Flowerkit and Copperkit, Cranberryleaf's children, were sitting in front of the retired warrior, eyes full of awe and excitement. They loved coming to hear Sheephowl's stories. The best thing about her is that she spent a lot of time in her life on her own, she didn't join CreekClan until she was a senior warrior. However, she had devoted a ton of time to the clan and definitely earned her rest.

"I have the perfect story," the older she-cat purred, tail curling. "It all starts many moons ago. I was just a young cat, living my life as a loner. I had been desperate for a partner for a long time now, as I was nearing forty moons. I would take just about anyone, just as long as they would love me. Well, one day I came across a male named Rabbit. He has long, gray fur, he was really strong and awesome, just about any she-cat's dream."

"Ew, this isn't your love story is it?" Flowerkit squeaked, sticking her tongue out in disgust, leaving Sheephowl to chuckle in response.

"No little one, it isn't all a love story. There is a lesson to be learned here." The she-cat closed her eyes, letting the Summer breeze blow her chest fur before relaxing, looking down at the kits again. "We became mates pretty fast, and at first it seemed like a mate made in StarClan. We fought incredibly well together, we did amazing with duo hunting. We were both pretty proud and stubborn though, meaning we fought a lot. It was during one of these fights that he called me the rudest thing ever and I realized he didn't love me and that I, truly, didn't love him either. We separated after this discovery, leaving me to go on my travels alone."

Copperkit watched eagerly, his green eyes full of raw emotions; excitement, dread, and a slight hint of sleepiness.

"Well, during my travels I came across many male cats but none of them actually interested me. However, there was one other cat that caught my attention. They were amazing. We worked so well together, far better than Rabbit and I ever did. We were actually in love. I realized this when I found her."

"Her?" Flowerkit asked, ears perking as she looked around the elder's den for Fleetfoot. Rumor has it that the two came to CreekClan together and were inseparable. Flowerkit also noticed the two tend to spend a lot of time together. It was a little hinting if you think about it.

"Yes, my mate is Fleetfoot. We have been together for many moons and not a lot has changed. We are still the cats that we are, and we both love each other to this day. We traveled together for some time, learning more and more about each other as time went on. That was the biggest emotional journey I went on. The story of love. I went from one mate who was male and didn't love me to another who was female and loved me more than anything in this world. I learned a lot about myself during this, and I changed for the better. Now, Fleetfoot and I serve CreekClan together, first as senior warriors and now as elders to tell stories to the clan's kittens. That's my story."

[Ines.]

Username;; Ines.
Cat Name;; Mistwisper
Gender;; Female
Age;; 17 moons
Clan;;
Rank;; warrior former loner

Prompt;;
The biggest journeys are not of the body but of the heart. So there she stood at the cusp of change and the beginning of a new cat.
Mistwisper was a romantic. Her heart always wanted what she couldn't have, taken toms and uninterested she-cats. Her life was dictated her fleeting feelings.

[Goner.]

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[mewmew.]

Username;; mewmew.
Cat Name;; Lostpaw
Gender;; she cat
Age;; 11 moons
Clan;;Muleclan
Rank;; Apprentice

Prompt;;

Lostpaw sat along the long line of tensed Muleclan cats that positioned themselves protectively at the border. Despite the threatening cats across the borderline all of her attention was focused on keeping her expressions even. The emotions inside were buzzing and burning between fear and self-consciousness as her sights settled on the familiar outline of her brother, Jaggedpaw.

Jaggedpaw was more confident in himself then when she had last seen him and as their eyes met Lostpaw realized that she did not recognized her brother anymore. His hazel green eyes shone in a way that told her that he felt the same when he looked at her. She held back her urge to fidget under his gaze knowing he was right. She was far from the same cat he once knew and her heart sank as she recalled her old self.

Life for her was so different back then. Lostpaw had been known by the name of Brightpaw, a name she loved dearly that also described who she was. She had been a very proud and bold she-cat that loved to flaunt both her good looks along with her fighting skills. In the first moon of her apprenticeship she rose to be the best apprentice within her birth clan. As she rose in warrior skills she started to catch the attention of many of the young toms and basked in their praises. She was constantly looking for adventure and the next fun thing to do while also being driven by what she thought at the time was an unbreakable loyalty to her clan. It’s funny how a minor detail in ones life can change everything completely.

Learning that her mother wasn’t really her mother but a loner, Lostpaw felt like her purpose in life was to track down her birth mother. Confidently, she thought that Starclan wanted her to leave everything she loved including her brother so that she could go and search for her missing mother. Looking at herself now it shows how little she really knew. A moon into her travels Lostpaw found life outside of a clan was not as easy as she thought and her fighting skills were nothing compared to creatures who fought on a daily basis. This was when she started to slowly change. With every fight and every struggle she found her confidence was shaken down little by little.

Tracking down her mother was the hardest thing Lostpaw had ever attempted to do and half way through it she seemed to give up all hope. Being close to starvation and broken inside can do that to a cat. Lostpaw found herself questioning her beliefs in Starclan and even in herself. By the time she came to Muleclan she was a mangy little thing of skin and bones, the cat she use to be was a mere memory. When Sparrowpool found her, alone and half dead, she described the young apprentice exactly as what her new name was, lost.

In the end Lostpaw was what her new name meant. A young and foolish she-cat who put to much trust in the unknown only to find herself broken and without a purpose. Helplessly she joined Muleclan when there was nowhere else for her to turn to. Now as she looked over at Jaggedpaw seeing the change within him she felt a spark of hope, one day she could find that piece of her that was missing. Even though she was about to fight against her brother’s clan she felt a feeling of confidence that she hadn’t felt in moons. She could be bright again.

[Ladyskittels]

Username;; Ladyskittels
Cat Name;; Quailmist
Gender;; female
Age;; 34 moons
Clan;; Glacial Blizzard Clan
Rank;; warrior

Prompt;; There are many different kinds of journeys that we will face in the course of our lives; there are the physical journeys where you go from point a to point b, the emotional journeys through grief and loss or the happy emotional journeys of love. Then, there are other types of journeys- the ones of self-discovery and self-acceptance. Arguably, these types of journeys are the longest and most arduous we will encounter in our lives.

Although I have undergone most of these types of journeys in my life so far, the biggest one I have endured is the one of self-love. It took a very long time to complete this journey, and it started just after being separated from my mother at a young age. For the longest time I believed her death had been my fault, and that journey of grief and acceptance kick started a kind of self-loathing where I isolated myself from others, certain that if I allowed anyone else into my life I would lose them.

This self-destructive way of thinking amplified until I had gone into depression. It took many moons to pull myself out of that, and only now am I able to say I am completely loving toward myself and the way I think about myself instead of being negative. What started as just finding one thing I liked about myself, then turned into finding more things which eventually changed my way of thinking.

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Just going to sit this one out and watch as I don't have a good idea.

[Birchii]

Username;; Birchii
Cat Name;; Clovercreek
Gender;; Molly
Age;; 40 Moons
Clan;; GealachClan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;; Clovercreek has never been able to fit in. She was born to a sickly rogue mother and kittypet father, though she never met either parent. Her mother died after she was born, and Clover was taken on by her aunt, Ruby, albeit begrudgingly. Clover knew no love from her mother figure, who would either be reprimanding her or ignoring her, and her adopted siblings would tease her for her anything and everything: her small size, unusual eyes, pale pelt, young age… The only kindness she knew in her kithood was observing it between others from afar, or from the rare times Ruby’s mate, Max, was allowed home from his own work.

Beginning her training gave her some hope, as she didn’t have to spend all her time with her adoptive family. Whilst she worked hard, and was a quick thinker and light on her paws, the rogue group she lived amongst favoured strength and fighting ability, two things she struggled with. She was excluded from the friendships of the other trainees, leaving her alone most of the time. During her downtime, she would wander the twoleg streets and speak with strays and kittypets, learning of their adventures and expanding her knowledge of the world beyond their alleyways.

Soon, Clover began to realise she would never fit in where she lived, and nor did she want to. Nobody wanted her to stay, and there was only Max that made her regret leaving. However, the freedom she felt when she was away from the city… She never knew the air could be so fresh, the smells so crisp. Her journey had just begun, and she was able to explore. Her world was no longer limited, both to the physical blocks that her group used to own, and how there was more to life than just being strong and able to battle.

It was a learning curve, adjusting to the natural world, but it was one she embraced. A kind barn cat showed her not only how to hunt, but also the kindness and hospitality that could exist. She understood that not every feline would share it, but it was there. The prospect of not hiding her true self filled her with hope. She spent several moons just… exploring. Both the physical world around her, and who she was. She discovered she really hated being dirty, something that was unavoidable in the twoleg city. She enjoyed the taste of fish, but not frogs. The night could be peaceful and relaxing, not just filled with anxiety and wariness of ambush.

When she finally came across GealachClan, she instantly knew. She was home. Their hearts were kind and their minds open, just as she was. She was nearing 25 moons now, but gladly spent a few more as an apprentice, learning both their skills and their spirits. Not one feline was alike another, each with different abilities and skill levels, yet all were respected and appreciated for them nonetheless. Clover didn’t fit in, because there was no mould to be shaped to. No longer did she seek to become alike someone else, meet standards she didn’t even want. She was free to be herself, and learning that was the largest journey she could ever go on.

[WolfTales]

Username;; WolfTales
Cat Name;; Heatherstorm
Gender;; Female
Age;; 26 moons
Clan;; Howlclan
Rank;; Warrior

Prompt;;

Heatherstorm's life has had rough spots, one the worst of the rough spots was her journey from her old family and broken "clan" to one of her former clanmates' new clan, Howlclan. Several moons ago, when Heatherstorm was the age of an apprentice and just known as Heather, an unknown sickness had spread through her old clan-like group.

The group was nameless often just calling themselves Name's Group ("name" being whoever was leading at the time.) Between the time of the sickness and becoming Heatherstorm, Heather had to overcome the sickness which had affected her, leave her home with the remaining survivors and be abandoned by the cats she had called family because of Heather becoming infected.

She had been on the move since she was kicked out of her old group, never staying in one place too long in case they had travelled the same way she had. Her journey came to an end nearly 15 moons later when she had come across Howlclan.

[SurgeFire]

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