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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.

For this cat you must explain how they interact with kits, and also write a short story (scary or happy) that they'd tell a kit. You have 500 words each (1000 total) and a limit of 2 art pieces if you'd like.

End Date: 14th

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Age: moons
Description: A soft ginger with faint stripes on limbs

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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[weegeestar5]

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marking :3c

[dimi.]

Marking real quick, will work on this later <33

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Prompt;; res

[䏠xote]

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Prompt;; res w/ older tom who likes to freak out the kits but also loves babies

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Dropping out.

[alokesti]

ʀᴇᴇᴅғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

username: alokesti | name: reedfeather | gender: tom | age: forty-five moons | rank: warrior | clan: rushclan

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨?

"i have a great love towards kits and i think that love is so big because i cannot have any kits of my own," reedfeather said in reply to the question, a look of sadness and disappoint appeared on his face but he quickly shook the sad thoughts away. "oh, well why can you not have kits, reedfeather?" the questioner asked. reedfeather was not expecting the cat to ask the question of 'why' so he had a look of shock written on his face for a moment before starting the story of his past. ”well, you see i was born a kittypet and i lived with two legs up until i was around seven moons old," reedfeather took a breath before continuing. "and they took me to this very cold and odd smelling location one day, it was actually quite frightening, I could hear the barking of dogs and the painful yowls coming from other cats.” the questioner interupted reedfeather a frightened look had appeared on his face, "oh my, what happened next?" they said, obviously very curious to find out what happened to reedfeather.
"i actually do not remember much but i do remember feeling a little drowsy and all of a sudden i was back at the twoleg den. it was like it all was just a dream, except is was not," reedfeather said with a chuckle. "i know this can all sound a bit confusing," he added with a shrug. "but the next day i felt a dull pain in my nether regions and i just understood that i would never be able to have a litter of my own," reedfeather finished up his story. "woah," was all the questioner had to say.

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨?

"now young ones, i am going to tell you a story of how the sun, the moon and the stars all came to be," reedfeather said, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement to tell his story to the young kits. he tried to keep in a chuckle as they all stared up at him, wide eyed and bush tailed. "please don't make it a scary one, reedfeather," small voice mewed in the back. "don't worry, lionkit, i won't," whispered the orange warrior. "in fact this is a love story," explained the warrior and the looks he received from the tom kits made him belt out a throaty laugh. reedfeather nestled down into his leaf and moss strewn nest so he could be comfortable while telling his story.

he began: one time, long ago, they were these two cats. a gorgeous silvery colored she-cat and this large, blazing orange tom cat. the two cats hardly ever got to see one another fore they were always awake and asleep at opposite times of the day/night. even though they hardly got to see one another they still fell madly in love, the orange tom said that she was the most beautiful she-cat he had ever laid is fiery eyes on and the she-cat thought the same of him. the only time the lovers get to see each other is when a solar eclipse happens which only happens every once in a new moon.
....but each time the couple gets to see one another they have a litter of kits. they have millions and billions of kits and their kits are known as star kits or just plain stars. the star kits never grow up to be a moon or a sun but they do live a fascinating life. the first and largest star is known as the north star and rumor has it that she was the sun and the moon's favorite and most cherished which is why she is so much larger.
another legend is that "shooting stars" are just the kits playing with their siblings!

reedfeather stood from his nest once he finished is story, his eyes grazed over the small kit's faces. "i wanna be a star kit!" shrieked a she-cat which received mews of agreement from the other she-cats. "i want to grow up and be strong like the sun cat!" meowed one of the tom kits. "i am glad everyone enjoyed the story but now you better pitter patter along before a...BADGER comes and gets you!" reedfeather shouted, leaping at the kits. he rolled on the floor, chuckling as they all jumped, a little frightened at first. once the kits collected themselves they all leaped onto a laughing reedfeather.

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[Kara Danvers]

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Kara Danvers

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Redbriar

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Tom

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25 moons

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SquallClan

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Warrior

Redbriar glanced uneasily over at Galestar, his bright amber eyes wide with a panic that the leader had never seen before exhibited. Galestar had stood side by side with Redbriar facing down an angry badger, but even then the ginger coated warrior had seemed more at ease. The tabby leader could not help but grin at the sight of the large warrior huddled against the wall in the back corner of the clan nursery, eyes wide and focused on two squirming little bundles cuddled up next to a long furred she-cat. Redbriar was focused intently on the newborn kits and paid Galestar's grin no mind. This was not the warrior's first encounter with kits, he had seen some of the older ones bounding around camp, and while at his fearsome size it seemed hard to believe, the warrior was once a kit himself, though this was different. The kits before him were smaller than his paws, so tiny and fragile that Redbriar felt that if he even breathed too hard they would be hurt. The warrior's overcoming need for caution was what drove him to the back of the nursery, afraid that he might hurt one of the newborns. If it was up to Redbriar, he wouldn't have entered the nursery at all, instead, he would have done as he always did and wait until the kits were apprentices before getting to know them, at least once they reached that age they were mostly sturdy. The reason the young warrior was in the nursery was that one of his best friends from kithood was the queen, these were her kits. If anyone could get Redbriar to do something it was her, a result of a childhood crush that had never gone away. While Redbriar was not the father, unfortunately, his feelings were unrequited, he still wanted to be there for his friend. This rule of friendship even applied to kits, though Redbriar would much rather have waited outside.
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"Woah there little one," Redbriar called loudly to the bumbling ball of fur. The young warrior was in the clan camp watching one of his friend's kits, she had asked him to take the young kit out of the nursery for a little while so that it's sibling could get some rest, having unfortunately come down with a cough. Redbriar was hesitant when it came to kits, but when his friend flashed those green eyes, he was helpless to say no. That was why the large ginger pelted warrior could be seen chasing after the tiny bundle of fur that bounced around asking questions about everything and wanting to talk to everyone. While cats had been nice at first, the young kit tended to attract a positive reaction, after five questions, even the kindest cat wanted a break, leaving Redbriar to try to redirect the kit's attention.
"How about you come right over here and I'll uh..I'll tell you a story." He exclaimed softly, gesturing with a flick of his long ginger tail for the kit to come over to where Redbriar was standing beneath one of the few trees located within the camp. The kit perked up at the sound of a story and quickly rushed over, tripping over its paws as it did so and coming to a falling stop against Redbriar. "Sorry," The kit squeaked up at him. Redbriar shrugged off the bump and proceeded to mentally scramble for a story.
Deciding on the only real story he knew, the legend of Smoking Marsh, Redbriar began his tale. "A long time ago, back when SquallClan was just founded, the great leader Squallstar was out with a group of warriors patrolling the recently established borders. As the party came towards the eastern border, they noticed a mysterious fog rolling out from beyond the treeline. Curious, the group went beyond the border to find the source of the fog. Every cat was shocked at the sight awaiting them, a large outstretched marsh with a layer of fog rolling atop it and a very large and very mysterious hollow tree sitting a couple feet off the bank. Stranger still, a platform sat suspended inside the tree. Squallstar, despite being leader was still quite young, and so she could not help but indulge in that youthful urge to explore. Using her notoriously long and sharp claws, Squallstar climbed her way up the side of the tree, finally arriving on the platform. No cat knows exactly what she met up on that platform, all any cat does know is that when her paws touched the wood a loud yowl echoed out and when Squallstar finally rejoined the party on the bank, she had lost one of her lives. Squallstar has since passed away to be in StarClan, though legend still tells that if a cat goes to Smoking Marsh with the intention of climbing the great tree, Squallstar's ghost will appear on the platform, a warning sign for all her clan."
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[doge fruit]

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doge fruit

cat name;
SunBird

gender + age;
male // 30 moons

clan + rank;
warrior // Wildclan

prompt;

{ "how do I feel about kits?" }

"I honestly think kits are alright... I don't know.. I guess?...I never had much interactions with one to be honest. My cats see kits as little bundles of joy and hope, but somehow, they make me nervous. I think its mostly because of how little they are. I remember getting to see the...beauty...of life when I was much younger. I had to sit and comfort the sh-cat who was having them and I felt so dizzy! Once it was all over and the kits were settled in, they looked so...tiny. The mother was a pretty big cat but the kits literally looked like different colored mice by the she-cat's belly. It made me fell so uncertain, like one small step could instantly crush the poor things. Well, I got out the den safely and left the mother to tend to her young. I think right at that time I peaked around young kits.

Every since that day, I never went around kits afterwards for a long while. The youngest cats I've ever been around lately were apprentices that were close to being named warriors. It's a bit more funnier to hang with them since you can go anywhere with them without them being confined in a den and you can pretty much catch up with clan gossip around them. I was tasked to change the bedding in the nursery sometime ago and I nearly stepped on a little kit that was watching me with huge eyes. I get a bit nervous around cats that stare for too long and this kit had my heart racing a little. I know, why I'm getting scared all because of a curious kit watching me? I don't really know but I'm avoiding the nursery for while.

I guess, to shorten it, kits make me pretty nervous. Aside from them being so tiny and vulnerable when born, I'm just not experienced to be around them. I mean, they are cool but they aren't meant for everyone. I'm not sure if I want some of my own but I hope my mind will be sorted when I'm much older. Until then, I prefer to avoid kits at all costs..."

{ a group of young kits sit around Sunbird for a story... }

SunBird has been tasked to entertain the nursery kits while their mothers are out for a break. They huddle eagerly around him and stare at him with big wide eyes, SunBird feels a little nervous and uncertain...

[b]"Uhh, this is a story about a...uhh, sparrow and a lynx! The sparrow and the lynx were...partners to each other. The sparrow would find herds of deer for the lynx to hunt and the lynx would protect the sparrow's nest. They all lived together on a small piece of land that was the lynx's territory. One day, a...bear came along and demanded that the lynx give up her piece of land. This bear, however, was the meanest and nastiest animal in the whole forest. The lynx, being a bold thing, refused to give up her territory. Angry, the bear roared he'd come back. So, the next day the bear came back!

The bear roared for the lynx's territory and again she refused. So...out of anger, the bear killed the lynx. All the little sparrow could do was watch from her nest and cry as the bear attacked her friend. After the bear declared his claim of the land, the little bird flew down to comfort her dying friend. Before the lynx closed her eyes, she asked the sparrow to take back the land and get revenge.

The little sparrow spent all day going around asking other animals to help avenge the lynx's death. Most refused to help her out of fear of being killed by the bear's claws. She asked the great wolf packs and big mountain cats but they all refused. The sparrow went home sad. She got the help of on elderly badger friend to help make a small burial for the lynx near her old den. Just as the sparrow was going to sleep, the great barn owl of the forest greeted her.

He said that he heard of what the bear had done and wanted to get revenge as well since the bear killed some of their young. Delighted, the sparrow agreed on it the help and they set out to have the revenge in a week. In those following days, more and more birds joined the sparrow's crusade. The brilliant blue jays and the inquisitive jackdaws to the clever crows and skilled ravens. Eventually, the large and powerful eagles, hawks, and falcons joined the army of small birds against the cruel bear. They prepared and trained as the days narrowed down.

Eventually the day came and the sparrow led them to the bear's den where he still slept. Upon seeing her enemy, the sparrow screamed her vengeance befoe letting loose her army. They attacked the bear, piercing him with their many beaks and talons. The bear fought as best as he could but he was way too overpowered. The barn owl delivered the killing blow.

The sparrow flew away and cried out "The evil is dead!" with great joy. All the other forest crawled from their dens and cried out with joy. The forest was safe. Ever since that day, the little sparrow lived out a long and happy life. She had avenged her friend, and that was all she needed.[b]

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