[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!

This cat may not be traded until: date
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.

It's the first snowfall of the year! How does this cat react?
Minimum 100 words. Maximum 500 words and one art piece. Prettying up is allowed.

End Date: December 24th 11:59pm EST.

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Username: Arkinhallow
Cat Name: Rainpaw (-speckle)
Clan: Creekclan
Rank: apprentice

Gender: female
Age: 15 moons
Description: Grey tabby with white undersides and blue eyes.

Other Features:
Siblings: None Living

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[denja]

res!

[Knickknacks]

Username: Knickknacks
Cat Name: Hailskip
Clan: NorthClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male
Age: 18 moons

Prompt: --wip

[astraf]

Username: eevee!.
Cat Name: dewsilk
Clan: [url]waspclan[/url]
Rank: honey gatherer

Gender: female
Age: 21 moons

Prompt:
res

[.sins.]

Username: .sins.
Cat Name: Shatteredpaw
Clan: Strawberryclan
Rank: Fighter

Gender: Male
Age: 11 moons

Prompt:

Shatteredpaw shivered when waking in the morning. His fluffy grey pelt doing more to keep him warm than the shorter furred learners in the den with him. Squinting against the bright light coming from outside, he pushed his way out and gasped in shock at the cold touch to his paws. Having finally adjusted, he looked around at the blinding white that covered the camp clearing and making the fresh kill pile a white pile, defined only by the lumps and shading cast by the low morning sun. His eyes grew wide in awe as he turned in a circle to stare at the happenings before him. The grey tom batted curiously at the ground, watching as the white stuff went in a flurry, causing him to enter a kit-like state of joy and playfulness. Bounding, leaping, batting, and rolling in the snow. His ruckus waking the full names in the camp and causing them to glare, before realizing this was the tom’s first experience with snow ever, let alone the first snow of the season.

[Oceanfosh]

Username: Oceanfosh
Cat Name: Troutpaw (Troutscream)
Clan: Cats of the Whispering Wood
Rank: Apprentice x[Apprenticed to Blackfoot]

Gender: Male
Age: 2.3 Seasons (7 moons)

Prompt:
xxxxxTroutpaw groaned, shifting his paws placed over his muzzle, as he was prodded in the side.
xxxxx"Wake up," A voice growled. Troutpaw opened his eyes slightly to see a black figure standing above him; It was Blackfoot, the clan's deputy and his mentor. The camp was still dimly lit, implying that the sun had not yet fully risen.
xxxxx"It's not even day yet," The apprentice complained. "Why do I have to get up?"
xxxxx"You should be ready to work at any time," Blackfoot told him.
xxxxx"In the middle of the night?" Troutpaw rolled over onto his stomach, looking at his mentor upside-down.
xxxxx"It's not the middle of the night," the deputy growled.
xxxxx"Then what is it?"
xxxxx"It's day, actually. The sun's past dawn."
Troutpaw flipped back onto his belly and leaped to his paws.
xxxxx"What?" He exclaimed. "But it's so dark!"
Blackfoot ignored him. "We're going outside to practice hunting."

xxxxxApprentice followed mentor across the camp. The twoleg den was always warmer than outside, and cats were scattered across it. Troutpaw spotted Swiftstar grooming herself, and Emberflight talking quietly to his apprentice, Sawyerpaw.
xxxxx"Are we going to train with Sawyerpaw today?" He asked, watching the only other apprentice listen to his mentor attentively. Blackfoot twitched his tail and shook his head.
xxxxx"No. We have better things to do than listen to those two chatter on like starlings."
Troutpaw dipped his head and reluctantly followed the deputy across the rest of the camp and out the cat door. He blinked with surprise.

xxxxxThe normally green field cut off by trees that usually stretched out in front of him beyond the patio screen was replaced by a glittering white. He had to look up at the gray sky to avoid the stinging his eyes experienced immediately. The clouds reminded the apprentice of when it was just about to rain.
xxxxx"What's that?" He asked. Blackfoot, who'd reached the end of the patio and was pushing through the second cat door, spoke too quietly for Troutpaw to hear. His apprentice bounded up to the door and asked again.
xxxxx"What did you say?"
xxxxx"Snow," Blackfoot said simply. Troutpaw had never seen snow before, yet he'd heard the older cats talking about it. Tentatively he slunk through the cat door and stuck a paw down on the white sheet of 'snow'.

xxxxxHe yelped when icy cold ran up his arm. With a sharp jerk he pulled it back, then slowly placed it on the snow again. This time he knew what to expect, and so he leaped out of the cat door and charged after his mentor, trying not to wince at the stinging he felt on his pads. He questioned Blackfoot on the strange white material, and the deputy answered plainly. That was when a fleck of white fell from the sky and landed on Troutpaw's head. He screeched, reeling back and looking around wildly.
xxxxx"What was that? I want to go inside!"
xxxxx"It's just snow," Blackfoot hissed.
xxxxx"Inside! Please!" He charged back toward camp.

[houndjaw]

username: houndjaw
cat name: pigeon tuft
clan: valeclan
rank: counsel member

gender: molly
age: 57 moons

prompt: (357 words)
"pigeon tuft! pigeon tuft! wake up!" a sudden pressure squeezed the breath out of pigeon tuft's chest. with a wheeze, the molly's eyes blinked open to find a small cat precariously perched on her chest like a songbird on a tree branch.

"willow, get off me, will ya?" pigeon grumbled breathlessly.

instead of heeding her warning, the little cat squeaked out: "it's the first snowfall of the year! come see, come see!" with that, willow, bounced off the older cat and sprinted out of the den.

pigeon rolled over with a groan. why should she care? she had seen countless snowfalls in her time, what made this time so different? "bah!" she scoffed. "these youngun's and all their energy..." after a moment, pigeon began to doze off again into warm sleep.

but that didn't last, as the den entrance shivered again and the squeaky voice began chattering again. "pigeon tuft, c'mon! it's everywhere and so white and you totally gotta see it!"

pigeon tuft sprang from her nest, annoyance pricking her fur. "i don' care about no snow or how much there is! it makes everything cold and wet and harder to catch prey!"

evidently, willow did not get the message, as she continued to prattle on without missing a beat. "but it's so awesome! we can make icicles or jump into snow piles! please, pigeon tuft, please come outside!" her round eyes were huge with pleading.

a few heartbeats passed as pigeon tuft considered the little molly. this was her first winter, after all. she had never experienced snow, unlike pigeon who had seen countless blizzards. the elder frowned as her thoughts closed in on a decision. "fine, little mite, i'll go outside," she finally mewed. "but i am not jumping into any snow piles! you can go ask one of your tenderfoot friends to do that."

with a gleeful squeal, willow bounced out of the den to wait for pigeon tuft. the elder took her time stretching each of her limbs in turn, much to the chagrin of an impatient willow, before trotting outside. "alright then, let's see that snow you've been prattling on about!"

[I Like Bees]

Username: I Like Bees
Cat Name: Spider that Springs from Sand -> New Name
Clan: PetalClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 12 Moons

Prompt:
Res a dream about snow and she's drowning in snow and then wakes up and is back home in a desert

[Dragonheart48]

Username: Dragonheart48
Cat Name: Wolfheart
Clan: Shatteredclan
Rank: Deputy

Gender: trans-molly
Age: 43 moons

Prompt:
Wolfheart looked up at the grey clouded sky as little flurries of snow began to fall with a look of pure and utter disdain on her face. leafbare was going to be a brutal season this year with Shatteredclan still trying to make up for the numbers of hunters they'd lost to the war with Elkclan. The conflict itself may have ended twenty moons ago but her clan was still feeling the heavy losses, especially in the hunters' division. After they were six moons of age most hunters had little to no combat training and as a result, there were few hunters who'd actually managed to live through the war. With prey becoming scarcer with the onset of winter her clan was going to be hungry the kits and elders being most at risk.

The snow was leafbare's way of rearing its ugly head to the woefully unprepared clan and she'd have to come up with some way to get her clanmates fed with the lower number of hunters. She was lost in her head while mentally arranging a spread of patrols that could bring in enough prey to make up for the harsh season, or they could try to push into some other territory for extra food. Elkclan was too risky of an option with the war that dominated her time as a young warrior having finally settled into a more peaceful clam. She lay down in the cold and put her head on her paws trying to organize her cats in a way that would leave them at least partially protected. If she could contact the rogues in the field to the south she could negotiate something mutually beneficial for the rights to hunt in their land but she had no idea what they might want in return.

Even if that worked it left the hunters exposed in an unfamiliar area which wasn't ideal for their protection. The deputy considered sending a patrol of fighters with the hunters so they'd have at least some protection, but most fighters aren't too respectful of the work that the hunters do even if it keeps them feed. A bigger group of cats could also garner some much-unwanted attention from their neighbors who could try to raid the hunting party for its prey. If anything like that happened Shatterstar would send them into war before they could blink and then there would be no food for anyone except the active fighters. Should those events come to pass it was only a matter of time before hunters and scouts got caught in the crossfire and killed for their lack of battle training.

She lashed out angrily at the snow piling up around her with an angry hiss channeling her feelings of anger and paranoia at the sudden shift of weather. She didn't even dislike snow that much for what it was, but everything it symbolized could mean the death of the cats she'd been sworn in to protect.

[Zephara]

Username: Diamond pet
Cat Name: Goosepaw
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Apprentice

Gender: Male
Age: 9 moons

Prompt:

The forest was a pristine blanket of glimmering, sun-coated whiteness. Fresh snow was everywhere, leaving almost no green visible. It was quiet and calm. But the peace was abruptly disrupted.

“Yes!” A blur of gray barreled through the trees, kicking up snow, sending clouds of white everywhere. A second figure followed more sedately, wrinkling her nose at the first cat.

“Come on Goosepaw. You are acting like a kit! It’s not like you've never seen snow before.”

“Aww Lupinepaw! Don’t be a killjoy! This snow is special; it’s the first of the season!” Goosepaw bounded towards the she-cat, stopping right in front of her, sending a wave of powder over her. Lupinepaw sighed. She shook her pelt, and sneezed as the snow fell of her.

“We are supposed to be hunting. Not playing.” She scolded giving Goosepaw a stern, withering glance.

“Oh I’ll have plenty of time to hunt later.” Goosepaw responded absentmindedly. “But right now? Now is the time for having fun.”

And with that, Goosepaw streaked away, laughing as he ran through the forest of bright, white snow.

~182 words~