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Welcome to Rise!
Rise is an adoptable based on Warrior Cats and focused around world building and character development.
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--Bought for 15 reputation points--

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Brightstorm
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age: 26 Moons
Description: Caramel (blue-based caramel) caliby point she-cat with clear blue eyes.

Other Features: None
Siblings: None Living

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Username: grizzly.
Cat Name: Mapleshine
Clan: pikeclan
Rank: tbd

Gender: she-cat
Age: tbd

Payment: 15 Reputation Points xX

Unique quirk: Mapleshine cannot lie. Doesn’t matter if it’s over the stupidest, smallest thing. Whenever she lies her ears will start to twitch until she fesses up the truth. Makes for keeping her crush or secrets rather difficult. (36/100 words)

Past memory that changed their life: Mapleshine wasn’t born in the clan. Like many other cats in PikeClan, she was born outside of it. As a rogue. It was her, her brother, and their mother. They never got the chance to meet their father, nor hear much other then he was a disgraceful tom-cat. Although, that was a compliment coming from their mother. The day she remembers so grately was the day she joined the clan. Well, the events that happened before she joined the clan. It was a cool morning, a chill wind racing though the air. Mapleshine (Mable at the time) was playing with her brother, Bastien (Sebastian). ”Just what are you two doing?!” a sharp voice snarled through the crisp air. Both kits froze and turned towards the dark hold in the ground where a pale ginger she-cat walked out of, her orange eyes ablaze with fury as she looked at her two kits. Quickly Mable and her brother sat down, heads hung low to the ground. ”Sorry mom...” the two mewed in unison. ”WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CALLING ME THAT?!” Snapped the pale ginger queen, fur bristling instantly. Madame wouldn’t have me because I got pregnant. Said it wasn’t ladylike for her Madeline to get wound up with some stray. Oh how I should’ve listened.” Madeline went on, before Mable chimes in ”So...mama, do you wish you’d never had us?” without responding Madeline turned on her. A darkness came in her eyes that one had never seen. She came upon Mable, claws unsheathed and brought a paw hard across the young caliby’s face, sending her tumbling. This wasn’t the first time. It’s how she acquired her quirk. Anytime she’d lie, even about the smallest thing, her mother would show no mercy. Eventually her ears just started to twitch whenever she’d lie. This time was different though. Sebastian stepped in between Mable and Madeline to intervene with Mables punishments. ”Leave Mable alone! She didn’t do anything wrong!” Sebastian yowled. ”Fine, you want me to leave her alone?” Madeline snarled before walking past Sebastian, grabbing Mable and tossing her into the river.

Whatever happened afterwards, was all a blur, Mable tumbled down the river, before being washed down a stream vining off of the river. She must’ve blacked out afterwards because when she woke she found a crowd of cats all with worried looks on their faces. She wasn’t asked many questions before being carefully picked up and brought to a weird den with weird smells. When she fully came to she jumped to her paws when she saw a paw come towards her face, before curling herself in a defensive ball. The medicine cat quickly took a step back and calmly introduced themselves and explained that they weren’t going to hurt them, they just wanted to know how they got hurt. ”I-I don’t know...” Mable mewed quietly, her ears starting to twitch like crazy, and she flinched expecting to be hurt. ”Your mother did this to you...didn’t she?” the medicine cat asked slowly before curling herself around Mable. ”it’s okay. You’re safe here. We’ll protect you.” it was then that Mable realized that not every cat was mean and showed disdain to younger kits. (533/800 words)

Extra: Mapleshine is rather shy and kind of keeps to herself due to how her mother treated her for the first few moons of her life. It’s made her afraid to do things wrong, as even though she knows that PikeClan doesn’t punish with violence, she still can’t help but to flinch every time she feels she screwed up. (58/200 words)

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Extending to the 31st ^^

[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Brightstorm
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-Cat
Age: 26 Moons

Payment: 15 Reputation Points

Unique quirk: (98/100)

The den was filled with the soft chime of purrs from kittens lost in slumber; tiny bodies snuggled up against their mother, soaking in her warmth and finding comfort in her breath. As she lifts her head to count them, she finds one away from the others. As usual, Brightkit is up before the sun, gazing in fascination as it rises.

From birth, Brightstorm is always awake before the crack of dawn. Even when she tries to sleep in, or if she stays up later than average, it is guaranteed that her head will rise before the sun.

Past memory that changed their life: (797/800)

My head shot from my moss bed as sleep left and consciousness took hold. I didn't stretch or yawn, but instead sprang to my paws and rushed towards the opening of the den.

The outside was thick with the sweet smell of rain and the grass was cool against my paws. The sky was still dark, though only a few shades richer than the day-sky.

I made my way towards the medicine den, my paws moving swiftly. Six days ago, my brother - Duskpaw - was bitten by a raccoon while trying to defend prey. He was released from the medicine den four days ago, but yesterday he began to act odd. His wound was healed, but he growled and grumbled often, showing great discomfort.

I entered the den slowly, slinking in and scanning for Whitethorn, the grizzled medicine cat. He was always disgruntled to see me so early, especially since I always woke him up. No cat should be awake before the sun, he would always say, but I never cared.

As my tail slipped into the den, Whitethorn turned his head toward me. He was awake, huddled over herbs. His eyes looked drained and his fur was more matted than before. When I opened my mouth, his ears flattened and he rushed towards me, shoving me out of the den.

My coat bristled, but I didn't fight. He stood beside me, his eyes on the den's interior. "What a-"

"Hush! Speak in quiet voices." His voice was hardly more than a sharp whisper.

"What's going on?" I obliged, though confused.

Slowly, his gaze met mine. "Brightpaw. . . Something's wrong with him."

I flattened my ears, growing anxious. "I could've told you that. Where is he?"

I began to manuver around him, trying to enter the den again, but he pounced in front of me and hissed. My tail bristled in shock.

"You cannot go in there! He isn't himself. He has a disease, one which I haven't seen before. Treatment is unsure, he appears unresponsive to any of the herbs I try and grows angrier by the day."

Whitethorn rambled on, but I didn't hear him. My eyes rested on the part of the den I could see. My brother was sick. My best friend, my only companion in this chill clan, was sick with something this good-for-nothing medicine cat couldn't fix.

"What kind of medicine cat are you?!" I yowled at him. "Every disease has a cure, you said so yourself!"

Whitethorn rushed to quiet me, batting my head without claws to try and stop me, but I shook it off and hissed at him. Around the camp, other cats were awakening, but I didn't care.

"Where is he?! Let me see my brother!"

"You need to be quiet, he is very sensitive to sound." His voice was a harsh, panicked whisper.

"What's that supposed to-"

I didn't have time to ask. In a flash, I saw my brother - sprinting like a mad-cat out of the den and springing onto Whitethorn. He drove his fangs into the older tom's hide and cut him with claws. In an instant, other cats were rushing over to stop him, but I stood frozen.

I backed up, moving away from the horrific scene. My brother fought like every cat he saw bore intent to kill him. Despite his smaller body, he put up a terrible fight against the warriors of the clan, slashing and biting them relentlessly. His attacks had little control and were frantic, and his eyes were wide, flicking to and fro as his mouth snapped towards anything that moved.

As the fight raged on, a warrior launched themselves forward, throwing Duskpaw to the ground and pinning him as he bit into my brother's throat. Duskpaw thrashed wildly, snapping and clawing at the warrior which held him, his sounds only choked gasps. With a sickening crunch, my brother fell still, his eyes still wide open, filled with rage and fear.

I stood, petrified, as eyes slowly turned towards me. The warrior which had killed my brother turned his head towards me, his eyes calm. "Brightpaw. . ."

I ran, turning away as quickly as I could and rushing from that camp, from that wretched medicine den. Something had happened within there, of that I was sure. Something had happened to my brother, something which made him so furious. His target was Whitethorn, fighting the others only in self-defense.

I had always been told that the medicine den was something good, something helpful, but now. . . My fur bristled as I ran and a hiss escaped my tongue. The medicine den was a place of wretchedness, of that I was sure. On that day, I vowed to myself and to my brother: I would never again set paw within a medicine den.

Extra: (197/200)

"Brightstorm!" The chiming voice caught my attention and I turned my gaze to Lightpool, Cinderclan's medicine cat, as she entered the warrior den, herbs in tow.

I arrived at this clan only a minute ago and was promptly ushered to the medicine den. When I declined, the others put up a fight, not understanding, but Lightpool seemed to understand, at least a small bit. She offered to help me in the warrior den, and I reluctantly accepted.

"Hello Lightpool."

She sat beside me, her eyes on the gashes I had gotten from the thorn bush Petalfall - a Cinderclan warrior - had found me caught in.

"Just hold still, this shouldn't sting." She began placing herbs over the cuts and I laid my head on the ground. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image of my sick brother from my mind as she nursed my own wounds. I did not trust her, how could I? Still, something about her approach, the way her paws trembled when she fumbled with the herbs or the small quake in her voice. . . This she-cat did not have the confidence to harm even a measly fly, let alone another cat.

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Username: howlingtothestars
Cat Name: Brightstorm
Clan: Cinderclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-Cat
Age: 26 Moons

Payment: 15 Reputation Points

Unique quirk: (98/100)

The den was filled with the soft chime of purrs from kittens lost in slumber; tiny bodies snuggled up against their mother, soaking in her warmth and finding comfort in her breath. As she lifts her head to count them, she finds one away from the others. As usual, Brightkit is up before the sun, gazing in fascination as it rises.

From birth, Brightstorm is always awake before the crack of dawn. Even when she tries to sleep in, or if she stays up later than average, it is guaranteed that her head will rise before the sun.

Past memory that changed their life: (797/800)

My head shot from my moss bed as sleep left and consciousness took hold. I didn't stretch or yawn, but instead sprang to my paws and rushed towards the opening of the den.

The outside was thick with the sweet smell of rain and the grass was cool against my paws. The sky was still dark, though only a few shades richer than the day-sky.

I made my way towards the medicine den, my paws moving swiftly. Six days ago, my brother - Duskpaw - was bitten by a raccoon while trying to defend prey. He was released from the medicine den four days ago, but yesterday he began to act odd. His wound was healed, but he growled and grumbled often, showing great discomfort.

I entered the den slowly, slinking in and scanning for Whitethorn, the grizzled medicine cat. He was always disgruntled to see me so early, especially since I always woke him up. No cat should be awake before the sun, he would always say, but I never cared.

As my tail slipped into the den, Whitethorn turned his head toward me. He was awake, huddled over herbs. His eyes looked drained and his fur was more matted than before. When I opened my mouth, his ears flattened and he rushed towards me, shoving me out of the den.

My coat bristled, but I didn't fight. He stood beside me, his eyes on the den's interior. "What a-"

"Hush! Speak in quiet voices." His voice was hardly more than a sharp whisper.

"What's going on?" I obliged, though confused.

Slowly, his gaze met mine. "Brightpaw. . . Something's wrong with him."

I flattened my ears, growing anxious. "I could've told you that. Where is he?"

I began to manuver around him, trying to enter the den again, but he pounced in front of me and hissed. My tail bristled in shock.

"You cannot go in there! He isn't himself. He has a disease, one which I haven't seen before. Treatment is unsure, he appears unresponsive to any of the herbs I try and grows angrier by the day."

Whitethorn rambled on, but I didn't hear him. My eyes rested on the part of the den I could see. My brother was sick. My best friend, my only companion in this chill clan, was sick with something this good-for-nothing medicine cat couldn't fix.

"What kind of medicine cat are you?!" I yowled at him. "Every disease has a cure, you said so yourself!"

Whitethorn rushed to quiet me, batting my head without claws to try and stop me, but I shook it off and hissed at him. Around the camp, other cats were awakening, but I didn't care.

"Where is he?! Let me see my brother!"

"You need to be quiet, he is very sensitive to sound." His voice was a harsh, panicked whisper.

"What's that supposed to-"

I didn't have time to ask. In a flash, I saw my brother - sprinting like a mad-cat out of the den and springing onto Whitethorn. He drove his fangs into the older tom's hide and cut him with claws. In an instant, other cats were rushing over to stop him, but I stood frozen.

I backed up, moving away from the horrific scene. My brother fought like every cat he saw bore intent to kill him. Despite his smaller body, he put up a terrible fight against the warriors of the clan, slashing and biting them relentlessly. His attacks had little control and were frantic, and his eyes were wide, flicking to and fro as his mouth snapped towards anything that moved.

As the fight raged on, a warrior launched themselves forward, throwing Duskpaw to the ground and pinning him as he bit into my brother's throat. Duskpaw thrashed wildly, snapping and clawing at the warrior which held him, his sounds only choked gasps. With a sickening crunch, my brother fell still, his eyes still wide open, filled with rage and fear.

I stood, petrified, as eyes slowly turned towards me. The warrior which had killed my brother turned his head towards me, his eyes calm. "Brightpaw. . ."

I ran, turning away as quickly as I could and rushing from that camp, from that wretched medicine den. Something had happened within there, of that I was sure. Something had happened to my brother, something which made him so furious. His target was Whitethorn, fighting the others only in self-defense.

I had always been told that the medicine den was something good, something helpful, but now. . . My fur bristled as I ran and a hiss escaped my tongue. The medicine den was a place of wretchedness, of that I was sure. On that day, I vowed to myself and to my brother: I would never again set paw within a medicine den.

Extra: (197/200)

"Brightstorm!" The chiming voice caught my attention and I turned my gaze to Lightpool, Cinderclan's medicine cat, as she entered the warrior den, herbs in tow.

I arrived at this clan only a minute ago and was promptly ushered to the medicine den. When I declined, the others put up a fight, not understanding, but Lightpool seemed to understand, at least a small bit. She offered to help me in the warrior den, and I reluctantly accepted.

"Hello Lightpool."

She sat beside me, her eyes on the gashes I had gotten from the thorn bush Petalfall - a Cinderclan warrior - had found me caught in.

"Just hold still, this shouldn't sting." She began placing herbs over the cuts and I laid my head on the ground. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image of my sick brother from my mind as she nursed my own wounds. I did not trust her, how could I? Still, something about her approach, the way her paws trembled when she fumbled with the herbs or the small quake in her voice. . . This she-cat did not have the confidence to harm even a measly fly, let alone another cat.

Congrats! I found the way you described rabies from a perspective of an animal who didn't know what it was intriguing.

[Hail.]

Ah! Thank you so much, I just saw this ;;;U;;; I am so happy to own Brightstorm, she is such a gorgeous cat - You did a fantastic job Placebo ;;;U;;; Thank you so much again!!!!!!!!! <3 <3