[>> Leafstorm515]

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 for this cat in your clan before applying.

This cat is a simple writing contest! Pieces can be in any form, a poem, a short story, an 6-8 word story, a funny story/pun, basically anything to do with writing. All pieces must stay under 300 words, though, nothing too long please. Be creative and use the freedom wisely! Writing will be judged on creativity and uniqueness! all work must be original, please, I will check.
art/dividers/prettying up is allowed, but the contest will be judged on the writing. ^.^
Love this babe *weeps*

This contest will end in 4 days, on the 8th at 12pm CST!

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Username: TheSongOfTheStar
Cat Name: Willowsun
Clan: Songclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: female
Age: 46 moons
Description: A blue/cream dilute tortie with pale green eyes and a slash of gold in their left eye.
Other Features:
Siblings: None Living

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[wolf ;;]

story: "Silverkit?"
the dilute tortie turned her head to stare at the cat who had
spoken, looking relieved to see her as the two nuzzled one
another. It was a familiar scent, the kit purred.
"When is Minkstar going to come back? I miss him...mum
does too."
the kit stared across to where her mother lay, unmoving.
The kit didn't understand the concept of the Silverpath yet,
and had not fully understood what happened to Bluestrike,
who she had looked so much alike.
The she-cat paused, before sighing. "Minkstar went with
Tansytail, your older sister, remember? He has to go speak
with StarClan."
Silverkit flicked her ears back, but nodded, before snuggling
into the golden tabby she-cats fur. "Hawklily...will you
protect me?"
"Always."
The fire claimed many lives in destroying their clan, and
Silverkit's family.

Not more than a mere moon later did the chocolate tabby
break her promise - the cats came for Silverkit, all she had
now was Minkstar and Tansytail to protect her. Hawklily
gave her life for the kit, fighting these stranger cats off,
and all for naught. The number of cats seemed to be endless.
Silverkit leaving was not due to Minkstar and Tansytail falling -
no, the young kit decided on her own to join them, much to
their distress.
Bluestrike wouldn't have wanted this - the kit that looked so
much like her, now following a different path. One more deadly
and dark, one filled with anguish and fear. But Silverkit held her
head high, staring at her remaining kin. She was sad...but she
could not waver.
The cats welcomed her with sneers on their muzzles, One cat
claiming the kitten had made the right choice. Silverkit could
only keep staring at her kin, before opening her mouth.
"Now, they wont have to hurt you any longer."

username: wolf ;;
name: Silverthroat
age: 81 moons
gender: she-cat
rank: warrior
clan thread: rippleclan

6-8 word story: licked in flames, I couldn't save them

haiku: a blazing, hot light
a bright, burning sensation
the clan, terrified


"Fire burns deep within us all...carrying us through our hardest times."

[LoSt In PrOgReS]

R e s

[F0XFANG]

username ;; rockpelt.
clan thread ;; boulderclan

name ;; willowmoon
gender ;; female
age ;; 49 moons
rank ;; warrior

willow
xxa tree of narrow leaves and pliant branches; grows near water
moon
xxthe earth's natural satellite

Her name was all too fitting. Willowmoon was born in FogClan; a long
way from where she currently resides. The dens were all under tree roots,
and her mother named her after the tree above the nursery; a willow.
Always standing tall and proud, she found herself easily adaptable to
any situation, but also found herself to be a pushover when faced with
pressure from others. Pliable. Usable.
She would orbit the camp, offering to help with any tasks that needed
doing; all too willing to prove herself worthy of being a FogClan member.
Her name was given after the way the moonlight shimmered on the water
during the night, but little did anyone know that it meant so much more.
She was a beauty that, whilst close at first, ended up going so, so far away.


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"FogClan bordered MidnightClan on the east, and that's when I met Owlsight.
He was gorgeous in both heart and looks. We met at a Gathering and
hit it off. A few moons later, after constant sneaking out, I was pregnant
with his kits. That's when everything started going south. Nobody in the
clan knew who the father was, aside from my sister. And then she
outed me to everyone. Ripplestep hurt me so much that night. She broke our
vow of trust. Miststar told me to leave, to get out. To never come back.

I was an expecting queen and he kicked me out. So of course I ran to
see MidnightClan and beg Owlsight to let me stay. When I walked into their
camp, I saw him curled up with another she-cat. Sparrowstar looked like he'd
kill me. I spilled out every single thing, and do you know what I was met
with? 'You're a disgrace to the Code.' Neither clan took pity on me just
because my mate was from a different clan. I understand I shouldn't have
done it, but I didn't expect anyone to be so cruel.

I wandered for a while, and ended up in a forest, calling out for anyone to
help. The kits were coming and I didn't know what to do. That's when
Lionwing found me. He was so big and powerful but had the kindest heart.
He didn't shove me away when I told him about what I'd done. He was
everything I needed in a friend. My kits being stillborn was a shock, but part
of me expected it. Maybe it was just a sick punishment for what I'd done?
What do you think?"

Stonestar smiled softly as he began to reply.

name | 152 words
recount | 292 words
dialogue story | 299 words

"A tree bathed in moonlight will fall."
"Stonestar, have you been licking frogs again?"
His eyes met his deputy's; almost frightened.
"StarClan is really strange, you know?"
"I know all too well. Is it a prophecy?"
"I mean, probably. But you can never really tell."
xxxxxxx----
"S-somebody help me!"
The she-cat's voice shook.
"Anybody, please!"
Pawsteps approached hard and fast.
"Please help!"
"I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
"Willowmoon."
"Lionwing. Pleasure to meet you."
The other cat cried out in pain.
"Is this your first litter?"
She nodded, and watched the tom
run into the forest, returning with
a large stick.
"Bite."
xxxxxxx----
"I'm so sorry, Willowmoon."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
Three bundles lay at her belly, still.
"I blame the stress of being forced to leave."
"That's what you get for taking a mate
from another clan I guess."
Willowmoon shot daggers at the tom.
"Sorry. I know it's not the time for jokes."
"Exactly."
Silence.
"Come back to the clan with me. You can
eat and rest, and if you decide to leave,
you will have all the freedom to do so."
xxxxxxx----
5 moons later.
"Willowmoon, are you awake?"
A yawn. "Yes, Lionwing."
"Do you wanna go on a patrol?"
"Not really."
The tom pushed her out of the den.
"Why can't I just sleep in for once?"
"Border patrols are important."
"And what about Stonestar?"
"He's asleep."
A growl rose in her throat.
"He's also our leader. He's allowed to sleep."
"He's our leader. He should be out doing this."
"Is that what you're old clan was like?"
A pause.
"N-no. Miststar didn't patrol."
Lionwing chuckled and walked out of camp.
"If you catch a large piece of prey while
we're out, you can have tomorrow off."
"You're on."

Willowmoon slept in the next day.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

TheSongOfTheStars
Willowsun
46 moons
Female
Warrior
Songclan
Mother, Oh Mother, if you don't come back to love me, who will?
A poem that Willowsun's mother composed in her daughter's honor and recited it days before she succumbed to a fatal illness.

300 for poem + story snip

I looked to the horizon
And I saw with my dull eyes
The sun shining
Brighter than the crystals
In the caves

I felt it's golden warmth
playing through the fur on my back
As I sat beneath the willow tree
Watching water running by

I heard the tree weeping
Shedding summer-leaf tears
All around me

I asked her
"Oh willow
By the swift stream
Why do you weep?"

"I weep for you"
she said
"For soon you shall depart
From these hills."

"Weep not for me"
I said
"For these hills
Are not
My home
And my breath is not my own.
But when I go
I will not be alone
For the stars
Hold the souls
Of the ones I love the most."

"But do you not fear
That dark path
You must travel first?"

"No," I replied
"For the love of those
Still living
Lights my way
Like golden stars."

"I shall miss you!"
Cried the willow.

"I shall miss you too,"
Then I slipped away.


The thin white cat laid still on the dew-drenched grass, her flanks no longer rising with the struggle to bring breath to her disease-riddled lungs.

Mist cloaked dawn's first light, turning the fire of the newborn dawn to an ocean of crawling clouds.

The claws of damp played around Willowsun's paws as she stared at her mother's form, still and peaceful as if in sleep.

Tears pricked like a mouse's sharp teeth at the corners of her eyes and breathing was hard as swallowing stones.

"Let it out," said a soft voice beside her "Scream if you need to."

The young cat looked into the tender eyes of her leader and shook her head.

She stepped forwards and gently nuzzled her mother's cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered then stepped back "Goodbye."

[stormzien]

Mark

[dimi.]

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[The Interview]
An episode of boredom results in the leader of Silentclan
interviewing Silentclan's medicine cat . . .

Amberstar: "Hmm.. Okay, first question! When in a fight, what's more
significant to you, making the first strike, or being prepared for the
first one from the other cat?"

Lilystream(snickering): "Obviously, the cat who takes the first strike is
simply stupid; that's when you're most vulnerable. I'd let the other cat
strike, then I'd dodge it."

Amberstar: "Alright! What do you think is more important, raising kits to
be good apprentices, or training apprentices to be good warriors or
medicine cats?"

Lilystream: "Training apprentices to be good warriors. Kits are gonna be
kits, and I don't think we should do anything to stop their fun."

Amberstar: "That's interesting. Alright, what's the most difficult prey for
you to catch?"

Lilystream(aggressively): "Birds without a question! They can just fly away
and get scared if you're within a tail's length of them!"

Amberstar(laughing and stammering while talking): "Would you rather take
a long nap, or have a full belly?"

Lilystream: "Why not both?"

Amberstar: "What if you couldn't have both?"

Lilystream: "That would just be sad! Nap, I wouldn't be thinking about eating
that way."

Amberstar: "Loopholes.. If you were to become an elder, would you rather
become an elder because of old age, or because of an injury you received
during battle?

Lilystream: "Definitely old age. I think an injury putting a cat out of business
makes everyone around you think you're absolutely pathetic."

Amberstar: "Reasonable enough. How do you feel about fighting?"

Lilystream: "It's thrilling. The outcome is never known, and that's the best part."

Amberstar: "If you were the leader, and a cat of your clan received an injury,
would you change their name to fit the injury?

Lilystream: "No. That is just cruel."

Amberstar: "I'm out of ideas, thank you for curing my boredom."

Lilystream(small laugh): "Anytime, Amberstar."

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the basic
username;; dimi.
name: Lilystream
age: 52 moons
gender: female
rank: warrior
clan thread: Silentclan
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The Prophecy Haiku:
As the blue moon burns,
one old foe shall rise once more
seeking their revenge

Prophecy Overview:
Lilystream is given this prophecy in a dream,
uncommon for warriors. She was the only
fighter at the time of receiving it. The
prophecy refers to a point in the future where
on the night of a blue moon, a fire will spark
nearby, and will lure the medicine cat, Willowsong,
a cat who used to be in a rogue pack, away from
the camp. Willowsong will be ambushed by a
rogue cat who she was mentored by, and is almost
killed when Lilystream saves her life.

Story of Name:
Her name, given by her mother, is one of several
traditional names given to all the female cats born
into the family name. All of the female cats born
must share the name of a flower or herb. Her mother,
Rosethorn, follows this tradition strictly. The male
cats of the clan must have a name that is typically
compared to something strong, dangerous. Usually
things that cats are afraid of/afraid of happening, such
as Boulder, Fire, Storm, Blizzard, and other various
prefixes. The suffix of her name comes from something
that occurred during her apprenticeship. During an
incredibly rare drought, Lilypaw went off to hunt for
some prey when she stumbled across a small canal,
blue water rushing through it. She essentially saved
Silentclan from dying off due to thirst, and was given
this suffix to honor that deed.

[clouds-move-on]

username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
name: Snowberry (Formerly Kalinka)
age: 24 moons
gender: female
rank: warrior
clan thread: NocturneClan
writing:
"Where are we going?"

It was the same dream again. It had been ever since her human had died. He always was running farther from her and she was chasing him.

"Please answer me!" She screeched. "I can understand you! Please!"

And then he vanished. She'd feel as if her heart was stopping and would fall in exhaustion- and consequently, back into reality, her throat gasping for air as her head flew up from where it lay. This time when she awoke, it met the top of the low dumpster above her, making her yelp in pain and draw a paw over her now aching head.

Everything... hurt. Her head, her throat, the biting cold. Her heart. This was of loss, loss forever, and feeling it well up along with the pain in her head she curled herself into a tight ball of misery.

She wasn't left to rest, however. A paw reached in and poked her shoulder.

"You ok?" Came a voice. Kalinka looked to see Sparrow, a stray who'd been helping her since she ended up here.

"... As good as I can." Came her reply.

"I've got news." Sparrow said. "Those cats said they'd help you learn more about hunting. We can visit daily so we can both learn... not very good myself. Just at foraging."

Kalinka left with him to meet the cats. It was a surprisingly cheerful day- the pains of earlier ebbed away. "Like the tide." She commented as she looked out at the ocean. It confused the tom who was teaching, and she let it go with a laugh.

That night, after she'd returned to the town, she dreamed no more of her loss- perhaps it'd really gone with the tide. It was time to move on.

[dimi.]

Good luck all.

[>> Leafstorm515]

TheSongOfTheStars
Willowsun
46 moons
Female
Warrior
Songclan
Mother, Oh Mother, if you don't come back to love me, who will?
A poem that Willowsun's mother composed in her daughter's honor and recited it days before she succumbed to a fatal illness.

300 for poem + story snip

I looked to the horizon
And I saw with my dull eyes
The sun shining
Brighter than the crystals
In the caves

I felt it's golden warmth
playing through the fur on my back
As I sat beneath the willow tree
Watching water running by

I heard the tree weeping
Shedding summer-leaf tears
All around me

I asked her
"Oh willow
By the swift stream
Why do you weep?"

"I weep for you"
she said
"For soon you shall depart
From these hills."

"Weep not for me"
I said
"For these hills
Are not
My home
And my breath is not my own.
But when I go
I will not be alone
For the stars
Hold the souls
Of the ones I love the most."

"But do you not fear
That dark path
You must travel first?"

"No," I replied
"For the love of those
Still living
Lights my way
Like golden stars."

"I shall miss you!"
Cried the willow.

"I shall miss you too,"
Then I slipped away.


The thin white cat laid still on the dew-drenched grass, her flanks no longer rising with the struggle to bring breath to her disease-riddled lungs.

Mist cloaked dawn's first light, turning the fire of the newborn dawn to an ocean of crawling clouds.

The claws of damp played around Willowsun's paws as she stared at her mother's form, still and peaceful as if in sleep.

Tears pricked like a mouse's sharp teeth at the corners of her eyes and breathing was hard as swallowing stones.

"Let it out," said a soft voice beside her "Scream if you need to."

The young cat looked into the tender eyes of her leader and shook her head.

She stepped forwards and gently nuzzled her mother's cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered then stepped back "Goodbye."

Sorry for my late judging! I really liked the way you set the story up and the words you used painted a really nice picture in my head. Congratulations!

I enjoyed reading everyone's form, thanks for the entries guys!