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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!
[b]Username;;[/b]
[b]Cat Name;;[/b]
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[b]Prompt;;[/b]Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:
Gender:
Age: moons
Description: Milky chocolate mink with dark blue eyes
Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living
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Father: Foundation
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Dam: Foundation
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Wileyfangs wrote:Username;; Wileyfangs
Cat Name;; Heatherwillow
Gender;; she-cat
Age;; 20 moons
Clan;; Swampclan
Rank;; warrior
Prompt;; In the Shakspearean work of Hamlet, it can only be said that Heatherwillow is most like him. While she holds no use for common things, the she-cat holds herself to an almost royalty-like degree. Cold and quiet, she is a beauty many in the clan wish to know but refuses to touch. But this cold and thoughtful demeanor gives way to loneliness and mourning. Not many a cat realizes this, but Heatherwillow wasn't born alone. The chocolate she-cat had a brother. But he was snatched away by a cat cruelly before they were even weaned. Her poor mother had barely been able to conceal her grief and so Heatherwillow grew up alone.
Heatherwillow for all her beauty and grace is not a she-cat that is too far from the earth. She wishes that one might be brave enough to speak to her for a few moments and not merely about how she looks. She hates the stares that burn into her fur, hates the gleam in tom's eyes as they search for her affections, hates the expectation. She stares at more than just the tree that Owlstar sits upon. She hopes to be a leader herself one day. So she brushes off suitors with less than a flick of her tail and instead escapes to the darkest places in the swamps, hoping beyond hope to find her brother out on misty hills.


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