[mewmew.]

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 enter, you must own a founder and be at level 1, or must not have a founder form submitted and can adopt this cat as your founder!

Give a short story of a time that this she-cat interacted with a twoleg. What happened? How did it effect this cat? Max. 1000 words and min 500. You are allowed to have one art piece, this is optional.

This closes on November 10th at 11:59 PM EST. Extensions upon request

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Description: fawn and cream tortoiseshell tabby with minimal white and pale eyes

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Siblings: None Living

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[.Lyrebird]

Username: .Lyrebird

Cat Name: Oak > Snakeheart
x [ snake - her pelt, reminiscent of snake scales, and in honor of her bravery defending a twoleg cub from a snake / heart - her compassion, even to other species ]
Clan: GaleClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: Twenty moons

Prompt:

It had been so many moons since Oak had last stepped paw in the twoleg place, having not once looked back since Coldstar and his clan took her in, but now, as she passed the neat rows of dens and yards, a little pang of nostalgia settled in her chest. She bunched low to the ground and *sprung*, landing lithely along the top of a white barrier and gazing into the garden below. It was just as hers had been - neatly trimmed with a single tree and stone pond for birds. The she-cat remembered fondly her lazy days of sitting and watching and chattering at the birds, though she'd never caught one until she left that life behind.

The den opened and out stepped a twoleg, covered in bright furs but with almost no fur atop her head and carrying a fat twoleg cub in her paws. Even from where Oak sat, she could smell the milk scent of the cub, and how he upturned his lips to bare his teeth - a gesture she'd learned meant happiness - as he was set among soft grass. The mother twoleg moved back into the den for a long moment, until she reappeared clutching some sort of container with more of those bright, soft pelts to hang up along thin lines of what looked to Oak like spiderwebs.

A soft hiss caught the she-cat's attention then, and her gaze returned to the cub only to see the dark shape of a snake slowly slithering towards one of his little paws. A quick glance at the bigger twoleg confirmed she wasn't aware, and Oak knew then she had to act - twolegs weren't inherently evil, and she couldn't just sit by and watch as this cub was taken from its mother.

Oak slipped down from her perch and stalked towards the snake, much to the amusement of the cub as he finally spotted her and burbled happily. She'd zeroed in on the rippling scales, placing one paw after another in determination until she could grab the snake's tail between her teeth and *yank* it away from the cub with a low noise. That seemed to get the mother's attention, as she yowled and dropped her container, rushing over to snatch up her cub and back away from the scrapping snake and cat. Oak swiped at the snake's head, before catching just behind it and biting down. The she-cat wasted no time in fleeing the yard then, even though the twoleg mother seemed to understand what she'd done and tried to call to her. Oak didn't stop until she felt the freezing splash of water over her paws as she entered the clan's camp, followed shortly by Coldstar himself, who only stopped momentarily to praise her before moving on to call a clan meeting.

"This young cat, though not clan born, has shown more bravery and compassion than many of those with clan blood. She has earned her place among the warriors as Snakeheart of GaleClan." Around her, the gathered cats erupted with cheers of her new name and even the tall pines that surrounded them seemed to rustle their needles. [ 524 words ]

[Shadowflight13]

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[coppercanary]

Username: Canary22
Cat Name: Woodsmoke
Clan: Dawnclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 27 moons
Prompt:
(This takes place in the future, so any kits she has will be before this)
Woodsmoke opened her eyes and stretched. The camp was quiet, most other cats being asleep at that point. Faint mist clung to the branches of trees, and light drizzle muted bright colours. Sunlight filtered through the clouds and gave the forest a slightly foreboding look. Woodsmoke wasn’t worried though; it just looked like an ordinary morning to her. She didn’t have anything to do and the clan could always do with some more prey, so she decided to go hunting, bring back some prey, have some time alone, that sort of thing. The heavy scent of morning dew filtered into her nose, and she began humming in pleasure. True, she was on a hunting trip, but the smell of dew was delightful in her eyes. A few leaves littered the ground from last leaf-fall, but it was newleaf now, and they would soon disappear. The faint track through the undergrowth led her towards the clan’s best hunting grounds, but also nearer to the Twolegplace.

The winding path Woodsmoke walked along gradually widened, though only slightly. The Twoleg path that they frequented in Greenleaf was nearby, and she heard the pawsteps that meant a Twoleg and its dog were walking along it. That will have scared off all the prey, Woodsmoke thought, disgusted. Twolegs can never do anything right. She reaches the point where the hunting trail crossed the Twoleg path and paused. Something smelt like fresh-kill nearby. Alarm bells started ringing in her head. Had one of their bordering clans been hunting in their territory? Birchstar hadn’t sent out any hunters that morning, and it was too fresh to be from yesterday morning. Woodsmoke began running towards the scent.

The forest flashed past her. Trees, bushes and other shrubs were a blur to her fierce gaze. If she scented even a whiff of another Clan, she would hunt them down herself. Woodsmoke hadn’t been concentrated on where she was going, so she didn’t notice the black cage that blended into the greenery behind it. She crashed into it at full speed, knocking it to the side and sending herself flying. After landing heavily on the earthy floor, she stood up, assessing her damages and shaking the dust from her fur. Curious as to what the cage was, she walked up to it and sniffed it thoroughly. It appeared to be the source of the fresh-kill scent. She thoroughly investigated it, stepping inside when she had combed the outside. After all, there was food inside there, and she was hungry. The bottom of the cage was smooth and cool under her paws. One part seemed raised above the rest, but Woodsmoke paid it no attention. She walked over to the meat, which appeared to be... chicken? But she was distracted by the sudden vibration of the cage, and the slamming of the door behind her. Panicking, Woodsmoke tried to turn around, but the cage was only just too narrow. She crouched, terrified, waiting for her terrible fate. What will they so to me? she wondered. This can only be the work of a Twoleg, but would they kill me? She hadn’t touched the chicken for her time in the cage. She knew that it was Twoleg-made, so why should she touch it? Eating it would make her no better than the kittypets she frowned upon so much. Sunhigh passed... would the clan notice she was gone? Then dusk... would they have sent out a search party? Was her scent really so hard to track? And just as she was about to drift off to sleep, Woodsmoke heard a sound she never wanted to be so close to. The heavy pawsteps of a Twoleg.

It was huge, and picked up the cage with her in it as though it was not there. It examined her with beady eyes and put her in the back of an enormous black monster, confined to her cage. She barely breathed while inside it, as air stank of Twolegs and te fear-scent of cats. The journey was short, although it seemed long to Woodsmoke’s confused mind. Everything was a blur; the move from the small cage to a larger one, the pristine white inside of a Twoleg den, the dry biscuits she ate due to her aching hunger. Then the Twoleg took her into a another room, where a different Twoleg strapped something over her face. Her eyes drooped, breathing slowed, muscles relaxed, and she knew nothing more.

When she woke up, it was early dawn. I’ve been gone for an entire day. The whole clan must think I’m dead. Painstakingly getting to her feet, Woodsmoke realised she felt different. Only a little different, but different nonetheless. Hobbling back to clan camp was difficult at first, but her clenched muscles soon relaxed and she sped up. As she ran, Woodsmoke thought over the whole situation. The fact that Twolegs captured her, then just put her back in the forest. The difference she felt in her body. Then she realised what they had done.

Woodsmoke arrived at camp, tail low and pawsteps heavy. Birchstar rushes over to her, his voice panicked and shaky. “Woodsmoke! Are you okay?” The she-cat shook her head sadly.
“Birchstar... I can’t have kits anymore.”
(871 words)
Art: wip if I have the motivation

[Hawky<3]

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[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Roseshine
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 50 moons
Prompt:
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[clarke,]

Username: clarke kom skaikru
Cat Name: bellflower
Clan: drizzleclan
Rank: deputy/warrior
Age: 45 moons
Prompt:

A chill penetrated her silky fawn-colored fur, creating a certain displeasure as it emitted around the den. The vines rustled in the wind, as if they were dancing with the gentle breeze and her uniquely marked face tilted downward. It was a night her Tally might have enjoyed, except that she was gone. Her pale emerald eyes glanced back at the entrance, as if expecting Tally to just saunter through and announce that she had gotten lost finding her way home. It was exactly the type of thing her friend would do, and she felt a stiff sadness sweep through her like a tsunami tide washing over a beach. Her smalls paws shuffled carefully as she began to recollect the past moon's events.

"Oh come on, Bell, don't you have sense of adventure?" The ginger's voice rang out clearly in the dimmed forest lighting, splitting the air's silence like a cat's claw through fur.
"Lower your voice! Don't you know this is twoleg territory?" She hissed in response, glaring at her boisterous companion. "You are insane, Tally!"
"It's only for a bit of fun. Come up here!" After a moment of hesitation, Bell obeyed and leapt up next to the ginger molly. Her green eyes flashed with alarm as the fence made a tremendous creaking noise. Even Tally proved to be a bit anxious when she let out a hiss at the sudden noise. "Come on, just through this garden." Tally murmured, attempting to recover from her moment of anxiousness, though her ginger fur was spiked up around her shoulders. Through the fenced area she could see a cat door- as Tally called it- and even from here Bell's tawny nose picked up the delectable scent of meat. It was unlike any squirrel or rabbit she'd ever scented, in fact it smelt like a bird. "Housefolk call that chicken." Her friend's sudden meow spooked Bell, and she sent a nice, even smack in Tally's direction.
"Don't come up behind me and scare me like that!" Bell vocalized stiffly, though amusement sparkled in her gaze. "So how are we going to get the chicken?" She said, testing the word out on her tongue.
"Like this." Tally hopped down from the fence and strolled over to the cat door. From here, Bell watched tensely as she meowed and pawed at the small opening. After a few paces, the door swung open and a large twoleg reached down to pick up Tally. Too late, her friend realized the eminent danger she was in. Bell launched herself off the fence post and ran at the twoleg, but Tally was already swinging in the air, her neck gripped by the pink, hairless creatures' large paw. The cat door slammed in her face, though she could still hear Tally's wailing from inside the twoleg's impenetrable den.

The memories created turmoil inside of Bell, though she knew there was nothing she could do. She waited outside of that horrid, dark-forest den for days. But the twolegs had taken Tally in a mesh cage inside their monster, and sped away before Bell could even meow to tell Tally that she was still waiting. And she waited- but even when the twolegs returned, they came back empty-pawed. She felt a part of her shrivel that day- like someone had taken her internal organs and spread them all over the forest, never to be found. And she never did find them.

[ 570 words ]


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[este11e]

Username: 1 1 : 1 1
Cat Name: minkflower
Clan: twilightclan
Rank: medicine cat
Age: twenty five moons
Prompt: as a rather young cat, minkflower had quite the relationship with twolegs. in fact, she was owned by one. minkflower, named for her pelt which looked a bit similar to a mink's and her soft-hearted nature, was once lili, a gentle and kind twoleg living in a village a few miles from twilightclan camp. she was born into captivity and never really had issues with the twolegs surrounding her because all they showed her was care. right from the beginning, she was taken from her mother and raised by them, never really knowing about cats living in the wild. she'd heard stories, but thought they were ridiculous. she loved her owner, too, an elderly twoleg woman with a heart of gold. in the home beside her, the twolegs there had a cat as well, named ollie. they got along just fine. he was her only other animal friend and the two frequently spoke to each other on top of the fence dividing the two homes. however, something went horribly wrong one day. a couple teenagers were banging on her twoleg, agnetha's, door. they were being absolutely rambunctious. when agnetha came to the door, this was late at night to add, they had hidden in the flower bushes in front of her house and jumped out to scare her. this literally gave the elderly woman a heart attack and she died shortly after the door closed and she stumbled before falling over. lili was devastated, trying everything she could to wake agnetha up. this woman was her best companion and she absolutely adored her. after that, she viewed twolegs as horrible monsters even against their ownkind. a few days later, the same teenagers burned down ollie's twolegs' home and he was forced to leave in the night after being abandoned. this also burned down agnetha and lili's home partially, but only half of it before twoleg firefighters got to the scene and found poor agnetha's body. lili and ollie, together, traveled miles across the countryside looking for a place to live and shelter. they came across a group of feral cats whose leader, known as dawnstar, took them in. they both received names and rankings. ollie became a warrior, but lili, who became minkflower, couldn't be one because she had been declawed. so, the other medicine cat taught her all about herbs and she became their apprentice, settling into the clan. many of them were former kittypets who told her stories about how horrible twolegs had been to them, specifically the deputy, elkshadow, who she formed a close bond with. after hearing all of that and the death of her owner, she decided that twolegs were horrible.
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[Lavellan]

Username: Laurara
Cat Name: Autumnleaf
Clan: Lasclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 18 Moons
Prompt:

"Hey, dork!"
The two words were the only warning given to the young male kit before a bundle of tortoiseshell fur knocked him to the ground. The black male groaned, sitting up with a sigh.
"Hi, Autumnpaw-"
"Autumnpaw?! Nah, cous, you should start calling me 'Autumnfang'!" Pausing, the female apprentice sat, scratching at her ear. "Or maybe 'Autumnstorm'... Or 'Autumnclaw'! Which one is more..." Lunging forward, causing her smaller, younger cousin to flinch away, "fierce?"
The black kit merely whimpered, wringing a laugh from his cousin.
"And what shall we call you, cous? 'Scaredypelt'? 'Babywhisker'?"

"Autumnpaw." The solemn name of her mentor dragged her attention away from the other kit, granting him the freedom to flee to safety.
"Yes, Stormtree?"
"Follow me, please."
The mentor moved somberly out of camp, followed by a quick-stepping, excited Autumnpaw.
"Where are we going, Stormy? A final pep talk before my ceremony? A quick hunt in celebration? A patrol to-"
"Sit down there, please."
The male voice, deep and rumbling, cut through her excited ramblings, and so she sat upon the fallen tree where he had gestured.
"This is your final task before the ceremony. Please wait here for further instructions."
And, with those vague and unclear words, the male left, not even glancing back over his shoulder to look at her.

"Stay here Autumnpaw." An hour later, Autumnpaw had taken to talking to herself, mocking her mentor with a comically deep and teasing voice. "I'm your boss, Autumnpaw, and you must obey me! Stay here and don't move."
Scoffing, the apprentice stood, stretching low. Stay here? Perhaps she should teach him a lesson instead.
Hopping down from the tree, the young she-cat made her way into the forest, planning to get as far away from the camp as she could get. Her small, light steps carried her deep into the forest, and then out the other side. Blinking in surprise at the sudden, vastly open fields ahead of her, a slight movement caught her eye. A small mouse scurried across the field, and the apprentice gave chase, racing it into the field. By the time she pounced, she was at the other side, and, when the mouse slipped from her claws, she sat with a huff, panting as she watched it scurry away. Grumbling to herself, she turned to investigate the trees that surrounded the field. These trees were smooth, each one linked to the other by the branches. They were unusual, that was for sure - they must have been Twoleg things.
Nose twitching lightly, she hopped over the lowest branch, eager to see what was beyond these strange trees.

"Kitty!"
Suddenly, a booming, garbled noise assaulted her ears, and Autumnpaw froze, pelt prickling. A Twoleg kit stood not too far away, pointing a chubby finger in her direction. The apprentice flattened her ears to her head, backing up until her rear hit the smooth tree. She didn't want to turn her back, in case it grabbed her, and the Twoleg kit wobbled in her direction, finger still outstretched.
An adult Twoleg suddenly caught the kit, sweeping them away. Autumnpaw breathed a sigh of relief, but the relief was only temporary. The adult returned, stretching a long-fingered paw out to her.
The apprentice prickled.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Autumnpaw snapped, raising her head high and holding her tail higher. "How dare you try to touch me? I am going to be a warrior-"
"You're a cute kitty, huh? What are you saying, eh? Do you want a pet?"
"What? I am speaking to you, Twoleg, or are you stupid?! Do not touch me!"
As she spoke, the human touched her head, rubbing their filthy paw on the fur between her ears. Hissing sharply, Autumnpaw lashed out, clipping their skin with her claw. The human made a hissing noise, too, snapping away. With a flurry of dust, the Twoleg lashed out with their boot, clipping Autumnpaw's hind leg as the apprentice attempted to scramble over one of those smooth branches.
Sprinting across the field and back towards the forest, her head low, she slammed into something firm, something furry.
Stormtree.
Her mentor sat above her, watching as she cowered below him. He didn't speak, didn't even look at her, just watching the field behind her.
"I... I'm sorry, Stormtree." She murmured, pushing her head into her mentor's chest. "I'm sorry that I ran, I'm sorry for not listening! I'm sorry for never listening!"
Breathing steadily, Stormtree didn't respond immediately, allowing the apprentice to calm down.
"Do you know why I left you there, Autumnpaw?"
"Because you knew I was impatient and would get myself into trouble?" The apprentice looked up to him with watery eyes, a small smile crossing her maw. Batting her head playfully, the mentor laughed.
"Of course."
"And you knew that I'd learn my lesson?"
Standing with a soft chuckle, Stormtree gestured into the forest, beginning to walk.
"We'd better get going, Autumnpaw, or we might miss your ceremony."

[mewmew.]

Congrats !

Username: Canary22
Cat Name: Woodsmoke
Clan: Dawnclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 27 moons
Prompt:
(This takes place in the future, so any kits she has will be before this)
Woodsmoke opened her eyes and stretched. The camp was quiet, most other cats being asleep at that point. Faint mist clung to the branches of trees, and light drizzle muted bright colours. Sunlight filtered through the clouds and gave the forest a slightly foreboding look. Woodsmoke wasn’t worried though; it just looked like an ordinary morning to her. She didn’t have anything to do and the clan could always do with some more prey, so she decided to go hunting, bring back some prey, have some time alone, that sort of thing. The heavy scent of morning dew filtered into her nose, and she began humming in pleasure. True, she was on a hunting trip, but the smell of dew was delightful in her eyes. A few leaves littered the ground from last leaf-fall, but it was newleaf now, and they would soon disappear. The faint track through the undergrowth led her towards the clan’s best hunting grounds, but also nearer to the Twolegplace.

The winding path Woodsmoke walked along gradually widened, though only slightly. The Twoleg path that they frequented in Greenleaf was nearby, and she heard the pawsteps that meant a Twoleg and its dog were walking along it. That will have scared off all the prey, Woodsmoke thought, disgusted. Twolegs can never do anything right. She reaches the point where the hunting trail crossed the Twoleg path and paused. Something smelt like fresh-kill nearby. Alarm bells started ringing in her head. Had one of their bordering clans been hunting in their territory? Birchstar hadn’t sent out any hunters that morning, and it was too fresh to be from yesterday morning. Woodsmoke began running towards the scent.

The forest flashed past her. Trees, bushes and other shrubs were a blur to her fierce gaze. If she scented even a whiff of another Clan, she would hunt them down herself. Woodsmoke hadn’t been concentrated on where she was going, so she didn’t notice the black cage that blended into the greenery behind it. She crashed into it at full speed, knocking it to the side and sending herself flying. After landing heavily on the earthy floor, she stood up, assessing her damages and shaking the dust from her fur. Curious as to what the cage was, she walked up to it and sniffed it thoroughly. It appeared to be the source of the fresh-kill scent. She thoroughly investigated it, stepping inside when she had combed the outside. After all, there was food inside there, and she was hungry. The bottom of the cage was smooth and cool under her paws. One part seemed raised above the rest, but Woodsmoke paid it no attention. She walked over to the meat, which appeared to be... chicken? But she was distracted by the sudden vibration of the cage, and the slamming of the door behind her. Panicking, Woodsmoke tried to turn around, but the cage was only just too narrow. She crouched, terrified, waiting for her terrible fate. What will they so to me? she wondered. This can only be the work of a Twoleg, but would they kill me? She hadn’t touched the chicken for her time in the cage. She knew that it was Twoleg-made, so why should she touch it? Eating it would make her no better than the kittypets she frowned upon so much. Sunhigh passed... would the clan notice she was gone? Then dusk... would they have sent out a search party? Was her scent really so hard to track? And just as she was about to drift off to sleep, Woodsmoke heard a sound she never wanted to be so close to. The heavy pawsteps of a Twoleg.

It was huge, and picked up the cage with her in it as though it was not there. It examined her with beady eyes and put her in the back of an enormous black monster, confined to her cage. She barely breathed while inside it, as air stank of Twolegs and te fear-scent of cats. The journey was short, although it seemed long to Woodsmoke’s confused mind. Everything was a blur; the move from the small cage to a larger one, the pristine white inside of a Twoleg den, the dry biscuits she ate due to her aching hunger. Then the Twoleg took her into a another room, where a different Twoleg strapped something over her face. Her eyes drooped, breathing slowed, muscles relaxed, and she knew nothing more.

When she woke up, it was early dawn. I’ve been gone for an entire day. The whole clan must think I’m dead. Painstakingly getting to her feet, Woodsmoke realised she felt different. Only a little different, but different nonetheless. Hobbling back to clan camp was difficult at first, but her clenched muscles soon relaxed and she sped up. As she ran, Woodsmoke thought over the whole situation. The fact that Twolegs captured her, then just put her back in the forest. The difference she felt in her body. Then she realised what they had done.

Woodsmoke arrived at camp, tail low and pawsteps heavy. Birchstar rushes over to her, his voice panicked and shaky. “Woodsmoke! Are you okay?” The she-cat shook her head sadly.
“Birchstar... I can’t have kits anymore.”
(871 words)
Art: wip if I have the motivation