[tynahi]

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!

Username: Howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Smokewhisper
Clan: CinderClan
Rank: Apprentice

Gender: Tom
Age: 20 moons
Description: A black smoke bicolor
with aqua eyes.

Other Features: N/A
Siblings: None Living

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[Mimu]

Username: mimu
Cat Name: Dawnmoon
Gender: male
Age: 27 Moons
Clan: Moorclan
Rank:

Prompt:
Wip

[clouds-move-on]

Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat Name: Floodbringer
Gender: tomcat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: NocturneClan
Rank: Warrior, Camp Director

Prompt:

[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Smokepaw (Smokewhisper)
Gender: Tom
Age: 10 moons
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt:

"You did well today. You'll be a fine hunter before you know it, but just watch those paws. . ."

Hidden Flame's voice dwindled in Smokepaw's mind as his eyes drifted from their trail towards the forest which lined the clan. The day was reaching it's dusk and the time for the cats to rest would soon come. Anxiety prickled his ears and whiskers as a soft howl of the wind trickled in from the leaves overhead. He paused and looked up, watching them sway in silence. Just ahead, Hidden Flame stopped to watch her apprentice, her eyes grim.

"Smokepaw." The tom's focus snapped back to the she-cat, apology gleaming in his eyes. "Go. I'll cover for you, just be back before the moon rises."

Smokepaw gently set the squirrel carcass on the grass and gazed up at his mentor, his head bowed. "Thank you, Hidden Flame." He turned swiftly and ran, making a direct path to the broad stream. Hidden Flame frowned as she watched him go. She had tried to follow him once, but he was clever - using the stream to mask his scent. She picked up the squirrel's carcass and made her way back to camp, her mind toggling between excuses for Smokepaw's absence.


The wind rushed along the young cats fur, sliding down his back and swirling behind him as he darted through the forest. Without hesitation, he jumped into the stream - which was just deep enough to touch his belly - and wadded along it's current. Above, the sky darkened slightly and a red glow began to pain the horizon. Dusk was here, and night would soon follow. Anxious, he quickened his pace in the cool water, his paws slipping on the muddy and mossy surface every now and then, though he never lost his balance.

He waded in the stream until it broke free from the forest and climbed out before it fed into the great lake. The clearing was lovely - particularly under the red-purple light of dusk - but he did not take time to focus on the beauty of it. To the North was two-leg place, and though he knew Cedarstar had forbidden every moving towards it, he jogged ahead, his sights set on the strange land filled with tall, golden plants.

Smokepaw considered these tall plants home when he was no larger than a squirrel. The tall, swaying leaves and stalks mystified him, and even now as he slipped into their cover it felt as though he was entering a new world.

He had heard the warnings and tales, how a cat cannot live both lives - he must be a warrior, or a kitty pet. There was no in between in the laws of the clan, he had understood an accepted that from the moment he agreed to follow Hidden Flame into the forest to meet her clan mates. He let go of it without a fight - surrendering the easy food, warm fire, soft beds, and company of two-legs for the trials of the clan, but there was one thing that he simply couldn't surrender. It called him back to the field, pulling him from his clan and to the forbidden territory.

He slipped from the fields and took a moment, his blue eyes gleaming as he scanned the land which surrounded the field on the two-leg's side. The familiar, tall wood and brick structure he had once slept within laid in the distance, the window he once sat at glowing warmly. But, he was not here for that.

He moved ahead, slinking to the wooden structure he had grown to know. It was rectangular and partially-complex - raised off the ground a head's length to protect the interior from the rain. From its side, the familiar silver chain which fed into the wooden den glimmered in the dying light. Smokepaw paused, his ears held high and his whiskers twitching slightly as he thought for a moment about the possibility that his companion was no longer there. The weariness was gone, however, as the chain rustled and the familiar warm, dark brown eyes peered at him from within.

"October, you're back." His voice was gruff and deep - a rumbling bark that soothed Smokepaw's anxious heart. "You smell of squirrel."

He walked from the wooden den, his pelt swaying as his large paws hit the ground. The large canine stopped over Smokepaw and lowered his head, sniffing the young tom who purred in response and rubbed his head against his friends muzzle.

"I told you, it's Smokepaw. And I just got back from hunting for my clan."

The dog chuckled and laid down in a heap, his eyes sparkling with play. "And you brought none for me?"

Smokepaw batted the dogs nose with a paw. "Bear, you know I'm not allowed to do that!"

Bear laughed, his chest rumbling and his breath moving the leaves around Smokepaw's feet. Smokepaw smiled and moved in, curling up against the large dog's chin and throat, sighing in relief at the familiar warmth. They were quiet for some time, Smokepaw's eyes closed softly as he relished in the comfort, and Bear's eyes resting on the sky, watching as the sun slowly leaked into the mountains.

"When will I get to meet your new friends?"

Smokepaw's mouth slowly curled into a frown. "I can't tell them about you. . . they wouldn't understand."

Bear sighed softly and Smokepaw followed suit, resting his head on his friends jaw.

When Smokepaw was adopted and taken to this place, it was Bear who took him. The large brown dog taught him the laws of the land, how to hunt, and protected him. When strays would come to hurt him or steal from him, Smokepaw - who then went by October - knew to run to that wooden den, trusting that Bear would always be there to protect him. They were best friends, and to Smokepaw, Bear was an older brother. He saw nothing wrong with their bond - he still sees no flaw in it - but in time, the young tom came to understand the true difference between the two species. The other cats viewed Bear as a monster. They could not understand his words, and they always responded with either fear or hatred to him, some even attempting to attack the chained dog. When Smokepaw joined the clan and learned of the cats strength, and that they feared dogs as well, fear prickled in his hide for his friend. He determined that he would still visit the dog - he could never leave him forever - but he would keep him hidden from the other cats to protect him from them.


Eventually, the sun faded away and the sky darkened. Bear sighed softly and shifted, stirring Smokepaw. "The moon's about to rise, October."

Smokepaw lifted his head and frowned at the sky, wishing he had just a little bit longer. He turned to Bear and the two met eyes for a moment. Understanding his struggle, Bear made the decision for him and stood up.

"You should get back before they worry."

Smokepaw stood and nodded slowly, his eyes hazy. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

Bear gave one of his signature grins - his over-sized mouth opening and his tongue falling out and hanging over his teeth. "Bring me a squirrel next time, okay?"

Smokepaw laughed and bumped his head against his brother's paw. "Maybe. I'll think about it."

Slowly, he pulled away from Bear and made his way back to the field, listening as the chain dragged along the ground while Bear entered his den. Smokepaw slipped into the field, crossing through the barrier and into the other world as he exited near the lake. He reentered the stream - this time plunging his whole body in it to remove the scent of Bear - and made his way back to his clan as the moon slowly rose in the sky.

[muttgirl310]

Username: Muttgirl310
Cat Name: Oilspill
Gender: Male
Age: 30 Moons
Clan: Pikaclan
Rank: Warrior

Prompt:
Very few cats know the meaning behind Oilspills name, or that it is not the name he was given as a kit. He doesn't often bring it up and at this point Martenstar is probably the only cat that knows the full story. Martenstar, while younger than him, was the daughter of the Pikaclan Medicine cat and therefore was there when he was being cared for. Now that she is the clan leader, she respects his private nature and allowed him to change his name formally without too much of a fuss.

When Oilspill was just a kit, his mother fled the clan for reasons that no one could understand, and she took him and his siblings with her. At this point his name was a very typical kitten name, Thornkit, and he was raised not knowing of the existence of the clan he was born in. Raised out in the woods, he was taught to avoid other cats as they were dangerous and therefore continued to live ignorant of the home he had once had. Some say that it was the death of one of his siblings that drove his mother to seek the twolegs settlement, and it was at this point that Oilspill chose to go on his own with his sister. They were only 15 moons old, but they decided to resettle in the hills, unknowing a nearby danger. Twolegs had set up a large pipe of sorts and after a moon, a sticky black substance spilled from it, coating every blade of grass and rock, Oil. While fleeing the area, both Oilspill and his sister became coated in the substance, making it hard to move and the smell made it hard for them to breath. The taste seeped into their mouths and made them sick, the heavy odor of oil made it impossible for them to sneak up on prey, and the weight on their fur made their muscles weary. It wasn't long before his sister passed away because of the oil and Oilspill remained with her, choosing to just give up himself.

That was when the Pikaclan medicine cat found him, black as night and covered with mud and leaves that had become tangled in the sticky oil. She cared for him, trying to brush out as much oil as she could with brambles and carefully washed him in a nearby river. While not clearing him of all the oil, it was enough that she was able to bring him back to the clan to continue her care. The medicine cat and Martenstar, at this time she was Martentail, cared for him, feeding him, cleaning his fur and overall showing affection. Once he was better, Oilspill was granted the chance to join the clan once more but was given his old name back Thornpaw. When Martentail became Martenstar, she agreed to have his name be Oilspill, in honor of his sister who did not make it and as a badge of honor for surviving something that terrible.

While he wears his name like the proud token it is for him, the memory behind it is still painful and therefore, he mostly keeps the story to himself.

[Ravenshadow17]

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Cat Name: Splashpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 12 moons
Clan: AuroraClan
Rank: Apprentice

Prompt:
Splashpaw has a masive crush on his best friend Silentpaw. It started out as simple admiration and gratitude for her helping him adjust to clan life and being there for him when he dealt with nightmares about his old life in the city. But as the two apprentices got closer, Splashpaw began to realize he liked her more as a friend and being the socially akward cat that he is, he had no idea what to do. He thought about asking his mentor Lightheart for advice, but Lightheart is Silentpaw's sister.
Eventually he decided that he needed too figure out what to do. So, gathering his courage, he went to Frostbreeze, who he knew wouldn't laugh at him.

"Frostbreeze, can I talk to you?" He questioned, chittering nervously under his breath. He shufled his paws on the ground to try to calm his anxiety.

Frostbreeze looked at the apprentice with concern. "Of course. What's wrong?" He asked gently.

Splashpaw shuffled his paws. "You have to promise not to tell anyone. It's a secret."

Frostbreeze nodded. "I won't."

"Promise! You have to promise me. Please?" Splashpaw insisted.

Frostbreeze smiled. "I promise. Now what is it?"

Splashpaw took a deep breath and whispered. "I like Silentpaw."

Frostbreeze nodded gravely, hiding his amuesment. "Ok. She's a nice she-cat I can see why."

"Right!" Splaspaw agreed. He then sighed, his ear going back. "But I don't know what to do."

Frostbreeze smiled. "Have you told her?"

Splashpaw's eyes widened in horror. "No way! I could never!"

"Then nothing will change. You need to tell her." Frostbreeze explained.

Splashpaw sighed. "I'll think about it. Thanks for the advice Frostbreeze."

"Of course. Good luck!"

[.forever.]

Username: .forever.
Cat Name: Littlenose
Gender: tom
Age: 54 moons
Clan: Tribe of Crashing Waves
Rank: Lead Hunter

Prompt:

he never stopped loving you leopardflower, even after you had to call of the mateship because some crazy cats told you to. though he’d never admit this to your face.

[Schainukan]

Username: Schainukan
Cat Name: Echostream
Gender: Tom
Age: 23 Moons
Clan: Slateclan
Rank: Warrior (Future Medcat)

Prompt: He's hearing voices inside his head, that never seem to fully crease.

Since kithood, Echostream was never completely normal, unlike his den mates. He was an only kit, the last of 3. Both his sister and brother were stillborn. He was born weak with deficient breathing, his parents believed he would never catch a breath as they licked the tiny ball of fur excessively, roughing up his pelt against the grain for minutes that seemed like hours. Everything was silent as despair filled the nursery until a small mewled cry sounded and delight seeped into the couple's hearts.

It started early on, his unique and paranormal ability. At one time a blessing, but most often than not, a curse. The tom was hearing voices, at first Echostream believed he was only thinking loudly, but it quickly turned out to be wrong as they made no sense, didn't line up with his thoughts. After that, his parents figured he was having imaginary friends, in the end, he did lose his siblings which they told him. The young cat talked with them occasionally, catching weird glances from the other kitten.

Echostream lost his father just four months after his birth, dying outside of camp. His mother was devastated at the loss, although the tom-cat tried to cheer her up, the generally sickly molly's illness just grew in strength as she started to let herself down. Unfortunately, the feline didn't last too long and slowly deprived of energy, finally joining her mate in starclan at their son's age of 7 moons. After losing both his parents, the voices increased, turning loud and obnoxious. Which used to seem fun, became annoying.

Voices of mollies and toms, mixing and mingling in his head, overlapping in a jumbled mess of sounds.
Mewing, yowling, screaming, whispering, arguing, laughing... Telling him what to do and what not, fighting and influencing him. From nervous and panicked noises to forceful and malicious orders, insane and dreadful inquiries.
Everything was present, they used to be at the back of his mind, staying hidden and lingering there, only a murmur audible at times. But now, now they pushed forward to the front, making it hard to even hear his own thoughts and stay focused on long conversations.

Echostream's world turned upside down at that moment, he never has been a social cat and never truthfully enjoyed socializing too much, but starting from there he almost was a loner. He didn't really have any friends, besides the voices he used to believe were his buddies. Though not anymore. Now, he was just the weird cat, that talked to himself.
In fact, the tom didn't. He was arguing or screamig at the voices once they became overwhelming and too powerful, having to shut them up. They never leave, always accompanying him wherever he goes.

[denja]

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