[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: wolf ;;
Cat Name: Starlingcloud
Clan: Rippleclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Description: A lithe black and white bicolor
cat with spring green eyes

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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Username:
Dimi.

Cat Name:
Mottlenose

Gender:
Female

Age:
35 moons

Clan:
Silentclan

Rank:
Warrior

Mottlenose's history, naturally, begins at her birth. She was one of four kits born
to the litter. Her mother was an alley cat, one who went by the name of "Snow",
her pelt a vibrant white, resembling the colour of snow. Snow had many litters
of kits, but the one that Mottlenose was a part of was her last one. Mottlenose
was born in a box in an alley. All of the kits were, including Mottlenose herself,
were named shortly after they were born. Her siblings were named Pine, Shadow,
and Angel, while she got the weirdest name; Dots, picked from the pattern just
above her nose. Life wasn't easy, though. Snow didn't have the proper amount of
food to consume each day, resulting in her milk being next to nothing, as she
attempted to produce for four kits. Just a week after Snow produced this litter,
she lost the ability to produce enough milk for all four kits, and they began to
falter in growth. That was, until, a two-leg came walking through the alley, and
found the kittens in a box alone, while their mother was out hunting. The two-leg
picked up the box and brought the kits into a nearby shelter, where the four kits
were put into a safe, glass display case and given the proper nutrition. They began
to grow properly, and once they were old enough to be adopted, they were
separated, put into different cases to be adopted. Once Mottlenose was put on
display, she was taken home just a day later, picked by a toddler who saw
Mottlenose's eyes, and squealed happily, resulting in the two-leg's parents picking
Mottlenose to be taken home. When she arrived at the home, she was addressed

with her second name, going by the name of Shadow, mainly from the black patch that went over her white coat. The name took a while for Mottlenose to adjust to, since it was the name of her sister, and as far as she was considered, she was still back at the shelter without a home. Eventually, she adjusted, and became a well adjusted kitty pet for a couple of years. She had plenty of freedom, and frequently rode around in the bed of the truck, walking around freely as her two leg drove around. One time, she sat on the edge of the truck bed, gazing out to the world. The truck was on a dirt road, several miles away from civilization. The truck stuttered, and gave out, and when her two-leg got out to check the front of the car, Mottlenose sat in silence.

Once the car started back up again, it went at a slow drive, about as fast as Mottlenose could walk without running. When Mottlenose peered over her shoulder, she saw an orange she-cat with a white underbelly chasing after the truck. Her first instinct was to just duck into the truck, but the other one was to sit and observe, which she went with. The orange cat leaped onto the truck, grabbed Mottlenose by the scruff, and jumped back off, running off into the patch of trees nearby; her two-leg completely oblivious to her disappearance. Mottlenose thrashed in the cat's grasp for a while, her eyes wide in fear, her chest heaving as she panicked. The cat stopped at a clearing, where several dens were scattered. The orange she-cat put Mottlenose down, but kept a paw on her to make sure she didn't run.

"Are you okay? Did that two-leg hurt you?" The orange she-cat asked frantically, overlooking Mottlenose for wounds. Mottlenose pushed the cat away and shook her head.

"I'm fine, that was my owner! What have you done?!" She hissed out in a panicked manner. The orange cat's gaze softened, her voice calm as she addressed the cat.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were in trouble, most cats that come out here aren't.. kittypets.. My name is Willowsong. And this, is Silentclan." Willowsong said, her gaze shifting around to display the entire camp. "If you promise not to run off, I'll let go of you." Mottlenose lay on the ground in silence for a moment before nodding, resulting in Willowsong taking her paw off her frame.

"I'm Shadow. It's nice to meet you.. Although.. I can't say I'm pleased with you taking me away from my owner. He's probably long gone, now. I'm gonna have to find a new place to stay altogether, thanks a lot.." Mottlenose hissed out, shaking her head. A cream she-cat emerged from a den in front of Mottlenose, startling her. The she-cat's voice was soft, like Willowsong's.

"You're a kittypet. I can smell it on you. What are you doing so far out here, little one?" Willowsong instinctively bowed her head to greet the cat, but Mottlenose didn't bother.

"Your friend here took me away from my owner. And now that he's long gone, I got to find another home. I'm not very pleased. Now, if you'll let me get going, I gotta get a start on this." Mottlenose huffed out. The cream she-cat looked over Mottlenose, eyeing the dots above her nose.

"Before we continue, I'll introduce myself. I'm Amberstar. Now, how about I offer you a home here? You agree to learn how to fight, and in return, you'll have shelter, food, and friends." Amberstar stated, her hazel eyes warily eying the vibrant green ones of Mottlenose. The kittypet contemplated this offer for a moment, but realized it would be foolish to pass up.

"That is a deal I'm willing to work with. My name is Shadow, although I don't like that name.." Mottlenose mumbled, her eyes wandering away from the other two. Amberstar's eyes lit up, and she smiled.

"Mottlepaw. Your name is Mottlepaw now." Mottlenose rose her head up, her eyes widening. "Why Mottlepaw?"

"Those dots on your nose. That's where I got the name from. Now, come. I need to introduce you to the clan." Amberstar said, guiding the newly named Mottlepaw to the leader's rock. Mottlepaw was mentored alongside Doepaw underneath the sole warrior of the clan, Heatherpool, until she was old enough to become a warrior, a few moons prior to Doepaw's ceremony, which would come later on. Since then, Mottlenose, has been serving Silentclan as a warrior, and hasn't let her kittypet past bring her down.

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[kittykore]

Username: Jack Cat Name: Breezewind Gender: Male Age: 24 moons Clan: Sootclan Rank: Warrior
Backstory:
Breezewind lived with Honeypetal in the fire station, he was left there as a small kitten and he's been used to loud noises and chaos.
Duskfur and Nightwing sought his friend out and he wasn't going to let them take her away, he followed them on their long trek back to Sootclan where they both decided to live. He still misses the firehouse and wishes to visit.

[Areater]

username: areater
cat name: cloverspring
gender: trans she-cat
age: thirty-two moons
clan: blitheclan
rank: deputy
backstory:
clove rested her head on a tree root, her ears perked to listen for any possible threats. she hated falling asleep exposed like this, but she couldn't find better shelter for the night, so this little nook at the base of an oak would have to do. just as she was starting to drift off she heard a rustle behind her. shooting awake, fur puffed out, she whirled around. "who's there!" she hissed. a fluffy cinnamon and white tom leaped out of the bushes near her, his ears flattened. "you're on blitheclan territory!" he cried. she took a step back. "i'm just trying to sleep, i won't take anything." he looked at her suspiciously. "i think you need to talk to tawnyearth." clove turned her head away from the smaller cat. "not necessary. i'll leave." the apprentice frowned. "are you sure? we could always use another member of the clan. then i wouldn't be the only tom!" clove glanced back at him. "she-cat, actually. the name's clove. what's a clan?"
"oops, sorry, clove! i'm stoatpaw. our clan is like, a collection of cats living together under my sister's leadership. we have some rules and customs and stuff, but it's nice! you should come try it." clove thought about it, just briefly, but shook her head. "no, i've been alone too long, i couldn't live in a group like that." stoatpaw's tail drooped a little. "okay. let me know if you change your mind. you should probably get out of our territory, though. i can show you to the nearest border." it was a quiet walk to the northern border, and after carefully making her way across the river, she flicked her ears in a polite goodbye to stoatpaw and went on her way. she found another nook in a tree to make camp in for the night, but she struggled to sleep, wondering if she should have spoken to that kit a bit more.
that morning, she woke up feeling lonelier than usual. she'd been alone since she was a kit, and she'd gotten used to it, but the prospect of being around cats again reopened the wound. i should do it. no, they wouldn't want me. they'd probably hate me.
but what if they didn't?
with a deep breath, she waded through the shallow part of the river and set out to find someone from the clan. after a while of walking, she was ready to turn around and leave when she heard a voice, different from last night. "you're on blitheclan territory." she turned to face the short-furred orange and white tabby. "i take it you're tawnyearth?" she prompted. "i take it you're clove?" she fired back. clove nodded, and tawnyearth's whiskers twitched. "so you're aware you're on blitheclan territory." clove nodded again. "but i want to know more about your clan." tawnyearth's fur settled a bit, and she tilted her head west. "i'll show you to camp. the best way to learn is to try it out. you can always leave if it's not your thing." hesitation and excitement welling in her chest, clove followed the other she-cat as she started heading home. home.
"if you want to be a clan member, you'll have to change your name." clove frowned. "no, no, clove's fine." tawnyearth smiled wryly. "sorry, it's not optional. you can push it off a few days, but if you want to become a permanent member, you'll need a clan name." clove flared her nostrils, but held her tongue. maybe this would still work out. probably not. "what are the other rules?" she listened calmly as tawnyearth explained the rest, including the matron deities. "how do i know which matron deity to pick?" she questioned, a little skeptical of the idea. tawnyearth's smile widened. "i knew since i was just a kit that earthpelt called me. i'm sure your matron will find you too." a little vague, but alright. maybe i'll pick earthpelt too.
they left her mostly alone after that, letting her eat some fresh-caught prey and explore the territory. that night, as she slept in a den with two snoring cats either side of her, she fell asleep feeling safe for the first time in a long time. in her dreams, she was running through the forest, but the sky seemed bigger, more important than usual. she found herself staring up into it and she swore she saw a long tail dangling from a cloud. her heart swelled at the sight. when she woke up, tawnyearth greeted her with a sparrow. "good morning, clove. have you thought about your matron yet?" clove hesitated, then decided to explain her dream to her. tawnyearth's ears perked up as she listened, and by the end she was grinning. "skywing's calling you! that's skywing!" clove smiled a little, too. "really? you think she wants me?" tawnyearth grinned. "i know she does. it's perfect!" clove's smile broke out into a grin. "i want to be a clan cat!" she exclaimed.
her warrior ceremony took place that afternoon, and she felt fully confident choosing skywing. tawnyearth had told her all about her, and it was really perfect. skywing had always kind of been isolated from her sisters due to her distance from the earth and the water, and tawnyearth had confided in her that many cats believed that skywing was a trans she-cat. as tawnyearth and stoatpaw chanted her new name, cloverspring wondered how she could have ever wanted to stay alone.

[stormzien]

Mark

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Username: TheSongOfTheStars
Cat Name: Firstlight
Gender: female
Age: 16 moons
Clan: Songclan
Rank: warrior
Backstory:

[wolf ;;]

Username: wolf ;;
Cat Name: Starlingcloud
Gender: she-cat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: rippleclan
Rank: warrior
Backstory: "Ninja? What's going on?" the black and white she-cat nervously gave her littermate a glance, a tom she shared many similarities with. Her brother, who for once looked frightened, said nothing as a shadow cast itself over the two and their other two littermates. Glancing up, the she-cat looked relieved to see that it was her father, Scout...but no...something was different.
"Dad?"
The tom didn't pay her any attention, staring at the six moon old kits before he flattened his ears and hissed at them, such a ferocity that Starling had only seen him use towards cats within the ground they resided in.
"Leave, get out of here!"
Starling and her littermates were left confused and frightened - leave their home? But why? They had another littermate who was sick - a sister, but surely they could help and not be much burden, right? It was Ninja who spoke up, Starling and the two remaining siblings noticing the fear he held in his voice, as he stared at their father.
"We can help? Our s-sister is sick, right? We can help h-hunt for her!" Ninja insisted, the tom taking a step towards his father.
Thats when Scout snapped.

It took some effort to drag Ninja away from their father, the small tom crying out in pain due to the wounds inflicted on his shoulders - surely to leave a mark. Starling had helped carry her brother away from their home, their spitting father and the sadden look of their mother, who didn't want her four healthy kits to be on their own - but they had no choice. Starling stared quietly at her littermates as they traveled down the path that once showed them the way home, a heavy sigh escaping her.
"Let's get Ninja patched up...we have to leave as soon as possible."

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The four cats traveled far from their home, far from everything they had known. While the four of them knew how to hunt small prey, they only knew the basics - and when it came to it, the prey they caught couldn't sustain all four of them. Tension rose, and even with Ninja's injuries, all four began to fight over who'd get the scraps of food at the end of the day. This caused a great rift between the four littermates. Eventually, Starling and her siblings all decided to split, and be alone. Starling herself was the first to leave, and unlike her littermates, she chose to stay in the mountains they called home.
And thats where the she-cat stayed for a few moons, improving her hunting skills and making sure to keep herself hidden in the shadows - so cats like her father wouldn't catch her scent. Out of the four that had left, she had remained the closest to home. However, after a few moons she felt as if she no longer belonged to the territory. Reaching the age of one year, she decided to descend more down the mountain, and into the twoleg place she had known the other three headed towards. Perhaps, in the back of the black and white she-cats mind, she wished to join up with her lost littermates once more - surely they could no longer be angered at one another, not after the moons they had spent apart.
Of course, she also took her time to leave the mountains. A journey that usually would've taken a moon or two, took her around eight moons - she was easily distracted by many things, and kept going off track. But finally, she did manage to make it to the twoleg place. In the end, however, she wishes she hadn't, and that she had instead opted to go around instead of straight through.

The cats were cruel, street cats and kittypets alike - they simply didn't like the fact that a cat from the outside was coming in to make herself at home. She was pushed around relentlessly by the other cats, and usually she would've fled. However, she decided she couldn't run forever, and she stood up to the cats that tried to intimidate her. She fought back - and managed to gain skills from the cats she did stand up to. She got better and better, until eventually other cats no longer bothered her. Almost a year it took, and by the time she had gathered the skills she needed, Starling decided that the twoleg place was no longer suited for her - she needed to leave once more, and find a proper place to settle down. By this point, she had given up on finding her littermates.
So she left, heading into the forest beyond.

Had she known what was awaiting her, maybe she wouldn't have gone.
The she-cat, now thirty moons of age, had headed into the forest, disregarding the scent marks of any cat - believing she no longer had to be afraid of other cats. Had she known there were cats patrolling about, maybe she wouldn't have headed in so soon. A Rippleclan patrol found her, consisting of five cats - leaving Starling outnumbered. Reluctantly, the she-cat agreed to go back to the cats camp when they requested her to - as the punishment would be dealt by Dovestar.
She had calmly headed into the camp, only to be met with a somewhat familiar, but still a strange voice, annoyance lining the cats tone.
"Why have you come back without any prey? I just sent you out!"
The she-cat had swerved her green gaze to land on the cat who had spoke, a black and white tom that one of the cats quickly pointed out was the deputy, Rookfang. Everything seemed to freeze. This...this couldn't be.
Those scars were the same.
The tom seemed to not recognize her, not until she spoke his rogue name, the one he had as a kit - "Ninja?"

The siblings had been reunited once more.

[Sunlitsecrets]

Username: Sunlitsecrets
Cat Name: Northpaw Northsky
Gender: male
Age: 9 moons
Clan: FrontierClan
Rank: apprentice
Backstory:
He used to live in another Clan, one far away from the one he lives in now. It was a good place, he really loved it - but then the foxes came. They attacked in the night, taking out many in the Clan, and Smokedance - his mother's friend - got the two of them out safely... but mother was gone. It was just the two of them.
. They ran for a long time before they stumbled across FrontierClan. He's been enjoying his time in the new place... but his new home is nothing like his old one.
. Everything seems so much more different when most of the people you care about are gone.

[Dinolil1]

Pulling Out

[bug.gie]

Username: __surprise__
Cat Name: coalfur
Gender: tom
Age: 14 moons
Clan: caveclan
Rank: warrior
Backstory:

coalfur ended up in caveclan after being abandoned by his older half-sibling. he and his half-sibling lived in an abandoned twoleg den after they got exiled from their clans when it was found out that their mother was a traitor. they got exiled and she got killed. one day his half-sibling returned from hunting and starting arguing with coalfur saying how they hated him and they wanted him dead. before their argument turned into a battle the half-sibling left leaving coalfur with no family members to turn to. coalfur sought shelter as the twoleg den started getting twoleg activity. while coalfur was trying to look for some prey to eat in the mountains lightstar found him and offered him to spend the night at caveclan as a storm was coming which he, of course, accepted her offer. the kindness coalfur received that night convinced him to be a part of a clan again.