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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!

This cat may not be traded until July --
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.

To enter this competition, you must own a founder and at least be at level 1!

Hey Everyone!! Wow, I'm a guest artist!! I never thought this would be possible!
To start y'all off, I have this simpler kid c:
This will be a naming competition! However, you must also write a scene explaining why this cat got this name, it can be serious, angsty or funny! This will be judged on the amount of creativity and/or if the scene properly explains the name
Limits: minimum 200 words, no maximum, but do know I don't like walls of text! <3

Ends: 5/7/19 at 8:59pm pdt

Username: Kazin
Name: Pigeon -- Pigeonfeather
Gender: tom
Clan: Zephyrclan
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: A shorthaired blue ticked tabby with bright green eyes
Other Features: None
Siblings: None living

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Father: Foundation
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Dam: Foundation
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----------------- DD: Foundation
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[Trickz]

Username: Thunder.Collects
Name: Driftheart
Gender: Male
Clan: CreekClan
Age: 14 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Prompt:
Briarstar frowned, tail twitching as she sat ontop of the leader's stone, looking down at her clanmates. She had just called a clan meeting, and this is one of the first ceremonies she has done since she became the leader. She definitely was worried. What if she messed up? Shaking her head, Briarstar let out a sigh, got to her paws, and puffed out her chest. It didn't matter.

Yesterday, Briarstar had taken Driftpaw to the summoning stone to see if he was ready to become a warrior, and he was. StarClan had visited them both, told her his warrior's name, and that he was ready to become a warrior. Her gaze fixed on the blue ticked tabby, tail flicking. He would become Driftheart today.

"Yesterday, Driftpaw and I went to visit StarClan. We were met with good news, Driftpaw is ready to become a warrior." She paused, letting her clanmates purr in joy. New warriors were always a good sign of a good future. CreekClan was growing by the day, soon they'd need to expand the camp and dens. "Driftpaw, please step forward." He did, too, right as she told him and she jumped off the large stone, standing in front of the blue apprentice.

"Driftpaw, from this day forward your name would be Driftheart. You've shown loyalty and dedication to our clan, and I hope you continue to show it to us till the end of your days." She touched her nose to his, showing her acceptance, then pulled away, listening to the cheers of her clanmates for the young cat as she waved her tail, signaling the meeting to close.

StarClan told her that Driftheart's heart was changing loyalties, that he, if he goes down the path he currently is walking towards, would becocme a threat to CreekClan and everything they stood for. She couldn't let his heart drift, she had to save her clan.

[SurgeFire]

Username: SurgeFire
Name:
Gender: Female
Clan: AsterClan
Age: 25 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Prompt:

[Knickknacks]

!!Mark! Gorgeous cat~

[Kazin]

Username: Kazin
Name: Pigeon -- Pigeonfeather
Gender: tom
Clan: Zephyrclan
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrior
Prompt:
He didn't have an easy life, at least not at first. Abandoned when he was barely old enough to be weaned, he never received a name until a new family of cats decided to take him in. Affectionately dubbed as Pigeon in the first moons of his life, this cat did not receive the name for no reason - he has a peculiar way of hunting that he developed as a kit, trying to teach himself without the guidance of a parental figure.

It was a bright, sunny day when the group of cats found Pigeon. He happened to be attempting to stalk an unobservant mouse, watching it carefully, unaware that there were other cats watching silently. Barely able to keep their composure, the band of cats watched as the tiny cat started creeping forward, bobbing his head as he did so, resembling the bird which he was named after. The technique seemed to work well for him, much to the other cats' surprise, and Pigeon was rewarded with the mouse. It was then that the others revealed themselves, offering to take Pigeon in, at least until he was old enough to truly be able to hunt on his own.

Pigeon stayed with these cats for a while, enjoying that they cared enough about him to even give him a name. When he left to join a clan that he had heard a lot about, it was a sad day, but Pigeon wanted to keep the name they had given him, allowing the leader to simply change his name to "Pigeonfeather" as a warrior. No, he would never forget from where he came. Plus, his hunting style was still unique... he couldn't wait to see the looks on the clan cats faces when he hunted with them for the first time.

[EchoIre]

dropping out due to lack of time, good luck to everybody!!

[liightning]

Username: liightning
Name: Shallowstream
Gender: female
Clan: DeltaClan
Age:
Rank: warrior

Prompt:

[mewmew.]

Username: mewmew.
Name: WIP
Gender:
Clan: Cats of the Bluegrass
Age:
Rank:
Prompt:

[dimi.]

Username: dimi.
Name:
Gender: Male
Clan: Silvercrest Roamers
Age: 50 moons
Rank:
Prompt:

wip

[fish out of water]

Username: fish out of water

Name: hazelstrike

Gender: female

Clan: swardclan

Age: 27 moons

Rank: warrior

Prompt:

hazel
It was the color of her eyes, no, not her own but those who
she called her own. it was the color of her mother's fur, no
not her biological mother, but the one she called her own.it
was the color of the woods at the base of a twoleg home and
the color of the algae which grows at the end of the babbling
brook. it was the color of smoke rising from a cabin's chimney
and the shade of the sky just before dusk. hazel, the only color
which is both brown and blue, green and grey all simultaneously.
she too, like the color of the grass that grows on a garden path
is unpredictable, unable to be tied down to a single description.
everyone sees a different side of her. like the clouds after a
storm, no one person, too, may control her.

strike
hard-hitting like the swipe of a paw that starts a war. the strike
of a hammer against iron inside of an old abandoned barn. it was
a testament to her strength, though, perhaps not her own. perhaps
it was that of her clan. strike, like the pounding of an old drum, a
twoleg child at play. strike, like the sound of her heart pounding
within her chest. strike, the sound of a twoleg's loudstick. strike, to
refuse, to walk out. it was the sound of her feet against pavement,
was it even her own? strike- a sudden attack. a blitz against one's own
home, own kind. to come into collision with - strike - against another
cat. strike. to inflict a blow. strike... to kill or incapacitate- it was a
mistake. strike - like the match which starts a forest fire.

before she was anything else, she was witch hazel. she was laying at the foot of a young girl's bed and sitting before the fire on cold nights. she was watching the birds outside of windows and scratches behind the ears. she was the tears which fell from a child's face and the serenity of being read to on a rainy day. though, it was a story she had been told so many times, the twoleg child's smile made it worth it. she was "witch" and "witchy" and "hazie". she was the crack of thunder and the zipping of a zipper and the closing of a door. she was the tears of the child and the reassuring touch of a mother. she was the sound of a monster driving away from a cold, cold cabin.

she was alone.

she was the last crack of lightning in a thunderstorm and the gust of wind which knocks over a structure. she was running and not looking back until you're gone. she was fighting whatever got in her way and not caring what followed her. she was emotion and fire and crashing and burning. she was shock, denial, anger, bargaining, and depression without the acceptance. she was arguing and screaming and giving in to a warm heart and a meal.

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