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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: Feb 6, 2020
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.

Username: SurgeFire
Cat Name: Waspthroat
Clan:
Rank: Deputy

Gender: DFAB
Age: 65 moons
Description: Black calico she-cat with sectoral blue and olive-green eyes.

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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[fuyumi]

Username: tunaafish
Cat Name: Ripplepond // Ripplestar
Clan: Pondclan
Rank: Leader

Gender: Female
Age: 30 moons
Description: Black calico she-cat with sectoral blue and olive-green eyes.

Other Features: None
Siblings: Peachblossom of Duskclan!

[fuyumi]

and heres the clan thread!! (unfinished lol)
viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3754720&bookmark=1&hash=a5a30606

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► (Applies to cats after #0010) If you do not make a thread for your clan and get to level 1 within a month, your cat will be rehomed

Quick 6hr competition! Tell me what they wish was different; could be about their life, those they hang around, or whatever. Elaborate on this as you wish :3c You've got 300 words max to fill this prompt.

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Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat Name: Mothbee
Clan: StreetClan - but NocturneClan for now until I get my founder
Rank: Successor

Gender: female
Age: 27 moons
Prompt:
"Sometimes, I wish they'd come back for us."

Mothbee is reaching a new point in her life- where she finally feels her and her siblings are safe. It's been a long ride- moons of struggling, and, she's sorry to admit, following a misguided and reckless leader. Still, sometimes as she sits outside, guarding the camp at night, she looks off to the forest- off in the direction her parents had went.

When her and her siblings were young, their parents left them at the edge of the city, promising return and food from the forest. The kits waited a full two days around the area before they had to move on to scourge for food- Mothbee felt they had died, but up until now, she still hopes they might be alive.

If they had come back, it would have been so much easier. No fighting older cats for space, no starving nights, no frightened hours wondering if they'd live the night.

[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Cat Name: Peachfuzz
Clan: Wishclan
Rank: Trapper

Gender: Molly
Age: 15 Moons
Prompt:

Peachfuzz wishes she could change the way she sees the world – she always struggles in stressful situations because she wants it to go perfectly, but so often it never does. Peachfuzz often blames these things on herself, even though no matter what she did it couldn’t have changed.
Alfie often says to her, 'the key to happiness is letting each situation be what it is instead of what you want it to be', but she still can’t get her mindset to change. If she was able to believe in herself and keep a cool head it would be a lot easier for her to cope, but she has to settle with trying to ignore the things that went wrong.
There are so many things that stress Peachfuzz out – including missed prey, being late or even things as small as not hearing, or mishearing, what someone says. The other Wishclan cats often try to cheer her up or distract her, but it almost never works. At the moment she just has to keep replaying Alfies words and hope she can change her outlook.
[182/300]

[Hengst]

Username: Hengst
Cat Name: Vivianstep
Clan: Plagueclan
Rank: Servant

Gender: Cisfemale (She/her)
Age: 25 moons

Prompt: "Vivian, I'm scared!"

The black calico's eyes were wide as she desperately tried to reach the young feline clutching to a sodden rock. A bright flash of lightning split the curtain of heavy black clouds above, and for a brief moment, Vivian could see him illuminated, staring at her with terror from afar. The solid black tom was small, and even now, not much to look at: perhaps that was why she had been so drawn to him when she first saw him hanging near lifeless from the Plagueclan warrior's jaws. Perhaps that was why she'd agreed to raise him as her own, despite swearing she would never interact with the wretched clan cats as a rogue. Perhaps that was why, amid the pouring rain and raging river which kept her from reaching the only companion she'd ever had, she realized this was the only time she was truly terrified for another life beside her own. Her baby, her Crowstep, needed her!

Her heart beat faster as she raced across the soggy terrain towards the swollen bank, water rushing around the small body that clung to the stone. Roots and mud snared at her feet, but she flung them aside as she wildly rushed towards him.

"I'm sorry I left you for the clan, mama. You were kinder to me than they ever were," the warrior whispered.

The waves were faster than Vivian was. In one fluid splash, he was gone, disappearing beneath the dark current. She stopped at the edge, tears streaming down her face. "Crowstep!" she howled in agony as she tilted her head to the raging skies above.

She wishes she hadn't let that damned clan leader take her baby.

So now, recruited as a clan servant, she swears she will take revenge one day.

One day. [300/300 words]

[SurgeFire]

Username: SurgeFire
Cat Name: Commaclaw
Clan: AsterClan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 48 Moons

Believe it or not, I've had kits. As pretty and graceful as I may seem.
I remember gazing-- gazing at my beautiful kits, each with a surge of pride.
I loved them as any other parent would.

Nightkit-- tumbling in the river, unwatched as I should have.
Firekit-- I could do nothing to stop the hawk as it descended.
Brightkit-- he lived, but that's the worst death of all.

And death of what? Death of my spirit-- haha! If only Nightkit or Firekit lived-- maybe my suffering wouldn't have grown!

I watched as Brightpaw wished to follow in my footsteps. A brave warrior.
How foolish was I, to choose his mentor? Of another cat, encouraging?

Brightclaw-- like his mother.
I had watched, foolish eyes trained on my surviving son. I was sure I felt my children's spirits bless us! I wholeheartedly believed they supported us!

And as he cornered me-- I knew now that that was no blessing-- it was a curse.
And as he was stopped-- killed in the skirmish-- I could only look on with horrified eyes.
Segmented, like my feelings-- my emotions-- my pride!

I thought I had pride for Brightclaw before, I realized as they dragged his corpse into the clearing!
"What did I do wrong, Brightclaw?" I had whispered, eyes tearing up-- a tear graced the surface of my son's fur as I realized the answer.
"I may have made mistakes-- but my wish?" I whispered. "Maybe-- just maybe-- if the others had lived - perhaps instead of you -... your eventual tainted soul would have never roamed this earth."

The monster had been vanquished - and I felt a twinge of sadness-- a chill, dripping down my veins.
My blood ran cold as I had realized he was behind them as they died.
I, a cold fool.
[300/300]

[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Cat Name: Rosethorn
Clan: Ridgeclan
Rank: medicine cat

Gender: female
Age: 65 moons
Promt: 299/300
It’s not often that Rosethorn dwells on the past, as a medicine cat it can be a bad idea to do so, to remember the ones who she couldn’t help, even remembering the ones she could can sometimes be too much. But out of all the things she doesn’t wish to go back and change how she tried to help someone, she wants to go back and change how she acted and the look on her mentors face when she said she didn’t want to be a medicine cat.

“I’m going to be a warrior! Not a medicine cat, I want to fight for the clan!” A young Rosethorn cried out after being assigned her mentor, the whole clan turning to her in shock while her mother tried to hush her from behind.

The medicine cat at the time, an aging tom only looked to her with a soft smile, but Rosethorn could see the hint of disappointment in his eyes. “If in two moons you still feel that way you can switch and train to be a warrior.” He told her simply, looking to the leader to earn a nod of approval before looking back to the newly made apprentice.

“Fine.” Rosethorn replied simply, her mind made up. She was going to be a warrior no matter what happened next.

For the first moon she kept to it, she learned of course because she wasn’t going to just not do anything. But her mind was still set on being a warrior. It wasn’t until she spoke with the ancestors for the first time that it changed. From then on there’s many times she wishes she could go back and never have put her mentor through what she did. Because now she knows, this is all she could be.

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Username: Ajax.
Cat Name: Solace
Clan: ThistleClan - later joins the broken tiles(second clan)
Rank: nomad

Gender: shecat
Age: 23 moons

Solace wishes she has a sister, she was the only surviving cat out of her litter and was weak despite thriving later on in life. She grew up alone, and all her siblings' deaths took a toll on her mother to the point where Solace spent most of her time alone with no one to spend time with or play along with.
She didn't know any cats in her age group, and never had much to do, her mother rarely tended to her out of her own distress and Solace began wishing that at least one of her sister's survived. It would have made her kithood much more enjoyable.
To this day she sits up at night, staring at the stars hoping her littermates made it to the ancestral grounds safely. She occasionally speaks with SorrelWatcher, who promises her siblings were safe up with her mother. But the calico can't help but wish it had been different, that she could've grown up with a sister who would have given her better social skills and made her traineeship more enjoyable instead of being the only one in the den.
[188 words]