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| Artist | Goner. [gallery] |
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| Drawing sessions | 2 |
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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!
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She had been 3 Moonpassings at the time.
You'd think someone that young would surely forget any events that occurred to them as their life passed on.
Wrong.
It all happened too quickly for her, one minute she was being rushed into a den,
the yowls of her clanmates drowning out any reasonable thought she had.
It had been just a game, right?
Her foster mother had stayed by her the entire time, comforting her and promising that it would all be okay.
Then it found them.
Thick furred paws indenting into the snow by the den entrance, the foul smell as the muzzle drew back into a snarl, lowing into the den. Her foster mother tried to fight it off yet was soon to meet her demise. Then it went for her. Magpie had backed herself into the corner, numb from sensation at the sight of her foster mother's corpse.
Numb from all sensation apart from pain.
She remembers the feeling, teeth tearing into her, tossing her around, the knock against the walls that scraped her skin.
She fell unconscious.
Upon waking Magpie refused to talk to anyone. Silence, she couldn't talk, the dread of what had happened flooding back to her. The Kin had suffered many losses: it had been a miracle that Magpie had survived. No matter how hard they tried to ask her what had happened, if she had seen anything, if she was okay. Nothing worked. Magpie remained in the Whisperer's den for longer than she should have, terrified to leave the den. She could easily talk, she muttered small sentences to the Whisperer now and again, but never full conversations.
She was too scared to speak.
Magpie was eventually forced into being an apprentice, yet took her training slowly, terrified of fighting or even killing other creatures. Hunting became harder for her, especially if it happened to be younger prey. Nightmares constantly follow her around, making it increasingly harder for her to sleep. First she had lost her mother, now her foster mother. She didn't want to be around anyone or talk to them, the fear of losing someone close to her again preventing her.
There's always hope.
However, not everyone had given up on her. Ploverpaw pitied Magpie and did her absolute best to try and befriend her and make her feel welcome again, acting as a moral support towards her. It took moonpassings to finally be able to get her out of her shell, and she is still working on it today, but Ploverpaw has made progress. After all, she is the only cat that Magpie will talk to. There is only one rule of their friendship though, one rule that they both strictly follow every single day.
To never mention that day.|| [461 words] ||






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