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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!

To claim you must be at least level 1 or not have a founder in progress or a founder at all. Please be sure you have room in your clan before applying for this cat.

To win this kiddo, tell me their favorite bird and why. [Minimum 20-Max 400]

Username: aergia
Cat Name: Dawnmask
Clan: Oceanclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-cat
Age: 68 moons
Description: A short-furred seal point with piercing blue eyes.

Other Features: None
Siblings: Smokefang

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Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Link to Clan: NocturneClan
Cat Name: Chickenpaw
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 7 Moons
Favorite Bird + Why:
Chickenpoppy grew up in a farm among the chickens. The chickens had a lot of space to roam and ended up everywhere- in the barn, sometimes even in the house, in other animal's pastures, and finally, where he, his mother and siblings lived. One particular hen decided to nest right across from the cats, and so Chickenpoppy grew up with the chicks as additional playmates. He would let them follow him around everywhere, and one- a very gentle hen who seemed very fearless and always ran about everywhere- became his particular friend.

When he left the farm, he was surprised to find the now adult Henny- that was her name- had followed him out. He's not even sure how she did, but there she was. When he joined NocturneClan Henny didn't leave. She dutifully cleaned bugs out of camp and would gently poke and keep younger cats in order like some stern parent. It was very funny, and Chickenpoppy was happy to find a clan who welcomed such a strange ally.

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[Ravenshadow17]

Username: Ravenshadow17
Link to Clan:AuroraClan
Cat Name: Echomist
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 30 moons
Favorite Bird + Why: [Min 20-Max 400]

Her favorite bird is the demoiselle crane. These migrating birds are associated with healing, so whenever Echomist sees one she feels hope that any cat that is currently sick or hurt will recover. The fact that they migrate makes their appearance all the more rare for her, making their meaning and hopeful omen of healing all the more special in the eyes of this medicine cat. Another thing besides their meaning that Echomist loves, is just watching them migrate in those rare moments where they pass overhead on their way. The massive swarm, all those beating wings in unison, is such a powerful sight for her. It makes her think of her clan, how each cat is one piece of a whole and plays their own part to make the clan a home for all. Echomist just loves these cranes. They have such positive associations to them for her that whenever she sees them, it brings a smile to her face and hope in her heart.

(Here's what they look like (free to use image): https://www.flickr.com/photos/yeliseev/481953796/ )

[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Link to Clan: Cinderclan
Cat Name: Smokestorm
Gender: tom
Rank: warrior
Age: 20 moons
Favorite Bird + Why: [Min 20-Max 400;; 397 words]
Belted Kingfisher

Smokestorm sat in silence, watching as his clan prepared for the move. Cats helped the medicine cat gather and carry herbs, others carried what prey they could, and some helped to carry the kits. His eyes drifted around, resting on each clan member, but they constantly moved back to one in particular. Ravenbrook. The dark female herded her two kits to her mate, Oakthorn, and talked happily to them about the lands they would be moving to and living in. As she began to walk with them, she paused and looked back at him. Quickly, Smokestorm's eyes darted away to a random cat, but it was too late. She spoke to her mate, then made her way to him.

"So, you aren't coming?"

"No. I hope you and the others are safe, and that you find what you are seeking."

Ravenbrook frowned, her muscles tensing. "Why are you like this? Eversince Oakthorn and I had kits, you've been so off. Where is the lovable tom I knew? The tom who would always be open for listening to a rant and would always seem to know just what to say?"

Smokestorm's eyes flickered away, his expression pained. "Just. . . stay safe. Live happily with him and raise your kits well."

Ravenbrook released a breath, her body relaxing with it. She looked around, taking in the forest one last time. As she did, her eyes rested on a bird. A male Belted Kingfisher hopped along the ground, pecking at it to gather food to attract a mate, though the season had long passed. "Smokestorm, you know. . . You remind me of that bird." Smokestorm's eyes drifted to the bird and he watched as it scavenged. "It's species migrates with the seasons, but some stay in the same place forever, constant as though they fear change." Her eyes rested firmly on him. "I hope you have a good life, too." She turned away and left him. Smokestorm wanted to watch her walk away from him one last time, but he could not move his eyes from that bird. Deep within, he knew how it felt. Desperately searching for a way to win the heart of the female he loved, but knowing deep down that the time had long passed.


His clan left, Ravenbrook going with them. Left behind, within the forest, stood Smokestorm and that bird, listening to the silence around them.

[weegeestar5]

Username: weegeestar5
Link to Clan:
Cat Name: pebblefall
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Age: 20 moons
Favorite Bird + Why: [Min 20-Max 400]
Res with the common loon

[MeltiTheDragon]

Username: Diamondshine101
Link to Clan: Cascadeclan
Cat Name: Laurelwhisker
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Age: 48 Moons
Favorite Bird + Why:


Falcons. If you ask him his favorite bird to hunt, he will always say a falcon. If you ask him his favorite prey to hunt in general, he'll still say a falcon. Why you may ask?

Because he's the biggest show-off in the clan.

It all started two moons after the loner was taken in. Owletfur brought home what looked like the largest fish in the whole river. The very next night, the proud tom stood over two very large squirrels while intently staring at the deputy. "Nice catch," said Owlet. Laurel glowed with pride. "But I can do better." Laurel gawked at the tom next to him. "Oh really," he said, "Then prove it."

A black and white piebald muscovy duck made its appearance on the fresh-kill pile, its left wing half ripped off from the effort of literally dragging it back to camp. "Top that," yowled smug-looking Owlet. Not to be beaten at his own game, the young hunter stayed out late that night into the next day. His trophy ; the quick and nimble otter. But while he was sleeping, the deputy slowly walked into camp dragging a raccoon with his teeth. He placed it right in front of Laurel's nose and sat over the warrior. "I win," was all the cinnamon tom said. In what seemed to be anger, Laurel stormed out of camp faster than ever. Owlet yowled to the rest of the clan, "What a sore loser."

Much to his shock, Laurel came in during his napping time with something in his mouth. He was puzzled as to why the warrior brought a smaller piece of prey in. Laurel grabbed both wings in his claws and pulled it up to reveal a hooked beak. He'd done it. Laurelwhisker had caught the most difficult type of prey in the whole territory ; a peregrine falcon. "H-how did you catch that?!" the wiry deputy stuttered. Laurel purred proudly, "Natural talent."

To this day, Laurel brings back a falcon each claw moon, sure to rub in the deputy's face each and every time.

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[cloudy days]

Username: ~Glaceon~
Link to Clan: FrondClan
Cat Name: Feathermask
Gender: Male
Rank: Tom
Age: 33 Moons
Favorite Bird + Why: Thrushes are Feathermask's favourite birds. The picture of innocence as they fly around, and always something to make him smile on a rainy day. Although he once was a city rouge who did many bad things and fought for his life while taking others, he could never forget the promise he made to himself to change his ways. An innocent young rouge once crossed his path and made him think that all he had done was wrong The rouge's name was Thrush. An innocent young tom who always had a bounce in his step and had nearly died at his paws. As they apprentice-aged tom ran away from the reinforced dog claws of the wiry tom, it taught him that Claw was not the monster cat he wanted to be. As he boldly crossed the Thunderpath he had reflected on the terror in the tom's eyes, and that mercy that had crossed the mask of lies, the "heart of darkness" as he had been known for as he had struck down others within a heartbeat. Never before had he noticed the begging light in a cats eyes, only that hunger for battle that influenced every pawstep of the battle hungry Claw. That mask of lies began to crack as the rouge had seen that life was not a thing to mess around with. A that time in the city had blackened his spirit, so as his warrior name was mentioned he felt that the leader of the clan (who he recognised as Raccoon, a cat who crossed his path with a scar on her muzzle) looked deeper past all the lies and broken through to his feather soft heart. The first prey he caught in the forest was a thrush, but the terror in the beat of its wings was enough for him to let it fly free. He regretted every life lost under battle-hungry claws of his, and for the second time he felt mercy. When ever he finds a thrush he can always find it in his heart to set it free, even if it was the only prey in Leafbare. That is way a thrush is his favourite bird, the innocence in a world of lies.

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[alokesti]

username: alokesti
link to clan:
cat name: shadefur
gender: tom [male]
rank: warrior
age: thirty-six moons
favorite bird + why: [word count - 119/400]

shadefur’s favorite bird is the mocking bird because he finds them to be quite magnificent aves. the thing he admires most about them is their ability to “mock” the songs of other birds. shadefur also thinks it is pretty fascinating that they are intelligent enough to learn up to 200 different songs.
he also can relate to the mockingbird. some others find the mockingbird to be annoying or a nuisance because they sing all day and night. shadefur relates to this because he is known to be annoying at times since he is always talking or asking silly questions. mockingbirds are also very territorial, shadefur relates to this because he will do anything to protect his family and clanmates.

[aergia]

Username: aergia
Link to Clan: OceanClan
Cat Name: Dawnmask
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Age: 68 moons
Favorite Bird + Why: [ 352 words ]

For a few moons of the year, puffins live off the coast of OceanClan territory on small, rocky outcrops and islands. These birds never stray near OceanClan cats, almost all do not even realise they are there. Except Dawnmask. With a sleeker coat than most, she swims from rock to rock, swiftly dancing across the surface of the ocean with her long legs. The puffins were never frightened of her, she never attacked them or ever strayed too close to them. Watching them potter around was all she was after.

She would slip out to visit them just after the moonhigh patrol had left and the rest of the camp was asleep. Her younger life was spent moving noiselessly, she was already skilled at creeping in pure silence long before joining OceanClan. She first came across the puffin group a few moons after coming to the clan, her name still Dawnpaw. Her first journey to the mini puffin island resulted in her becoming soaked with water and almost dying, but she looks back on the memory fondly. She found the island by chance, her true mission being to find a MoonShell. Instead, she found a colony of puffins.

Never quite sure why she returned year after year, Dawnmask grew attached to the strange looking birds. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, none of the forest birds looked even remotely similar to them and it had taken her a while to even figure out that they were in fact birds. She enjoys watching them totter around, like newborn kits but with wings. So far she has never been caught sneaking out in the darkness, although she suspects her brother Smokefang has realised that she doesn’t spend all her nights in camp.

Returning home the next morning, before the dawn patrol, fills her with a type of happiness she has not found in any other place. It is not the adrenaline of a hunt, nor is it the serenity of speaking with respected clanmates, nor the joy in training apprentices. She cannot place a name to this emotion, it is indescribable.