[mewmew.]

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 enter, you must own a founder and be at level 1, or must not have a founder form submitted and can adopt this cat as your founder!

What is the hardest choice this cat has ever had to make? What was the outcome because of it? How did it effect this cat's life? limit of 800 words.

This closes on November 14th at 11:59 PM EST. Extensions upon request

Code: Select all

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Prompt:[/b]


Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:

Gender:
Age:
Description: lilac smoke and white with copper eyes

Other Features:
Siblings: None Living

------------------------------------------ SSS: Foundation
----------------- SS: Foundation
------------------------------------------ SSD: Foundation
Father: Foundation
------------------------------------------ SDS: Foundation
----------------- SD: Foundation
------------------------------------------ SDD: Foundation

------------------------------------------ DSS: Foundation
----------------- DS: Foundation
------------------------------------------ DSD: Foundation
Dam: Foundation
------------------------------------------ DDS: Foundation
----------------- DD: Foundation
------------------------------------------ DDD: Foundation

[este11e]

Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:
Age:
Prompt: mark, gave up having a family to be a medicine cat

[ajax.]

Username:
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:
Age:
Prompt: mark leaving her family to get away from twoleg-place

[persona]

Username: dirk
Cat Name: Briarheart
Clan: Ideclan
Rank: Elder
Age: 80 moons
Prompt: The hardest thing Briarheart had to do was decide to retire to the elder's den. As a creature of independence, Briarheart didn't want to resign himself to being "old" and having to depend on others. In his eyes, being an elder finally meant you were giving up a big part of your identity - being a warrior. That is why he decided to at least keep his warrior name. Briarheart is sentimental, and feels that giving up his name for a new one would be too much on his heart. He was already heartbroken over not being able to go on patrols or hunt because his elbows and hips hurt (osteoarthritis from old age), but quickly made friends with the other elders for companionship.

Briarheart doesn't like be waited on or cared for, so he still tries to do things himself. As an apprentice, he wondered why the elders seemed so discontent, and now he understands. Becoming an elder has given him better insight into how the clan works and time to self-reflect. He understands why the elders always talked to the apprentices and anyone that popped into the den; they were probably lonely.

[paper planets]

Username: paper planets
Cat Name: thrushwing
Clan: slateclan
Rank: warrior
Age: 54 moons
Prompt: when thrushwing was a mere thirty moons old her life blossomed greatly into something she initially feared.

thrushwing and her sister, furzepelt, had always been relatively close, they had their fights here and there, but that was mostly due to their personality differences. furzepelt was always feisty, stubborn and boisterous when they were kits. thrushwing was the opposite. soft-spoken, respectful and quietly curious, most cats were shocked when furzepelt became a medicine cat and thrushwing a warrior. though, other than that, their lives were relatively mellow.

that was, until furzepelt came to her with a terrible secret. thrushwing had seen it coming. she had always been good at reading others. in that moment, she regretted not warning furzepelt of the consequences of falling in love. but, she hadn’t. now, the law-abiding she cat, expecting kits of her own, was asked to raise furzepelt’s unborn kit as her own.

at that time in her life, thrushwing had never broke a rule in her entire life and she wouldn’t imagine living a normal life while fostering such a great secret. though, as she stared into her sister’s eyes, she saw hope and desperation buried there and she suddenly agreed. immediately furzepelt’s eyes warmed and she purred thankfully, pressing her nose to thrushflight’s forehead, before she turned her gaze down to her stomach and whispered soft words to the kit. meanwhile, thrushwing’s mind whirled like it was caught up in an angry, raging storm. she glanced anxiously over her sister’s shoulder with wide eyes, as if she was expecting the clan to rush in and accuse the sisters of being traitors.

———

thrushwing had her kits and only a few days later palekit showed up in her nest. she was a round kit with soft ears and untameable fluffy fur. as she grew thrushwing only fell in love with the clumsy kit even more. she had short stubby legs and always sprinted to hide under thrushwing’s belly when she tumbled over her paws. in the evenings she would curl up in the crook of thrushwing’s neck and purr all throughout the night. she would sometimes stare up at the tallest treetops or the glowing stars at night with such an innocent, wonder-filled look in her rounded eyes. although small, she was incredibly brave and mighty and she defended her adoptive littermates with a fiery passion whenever the other kits were being rude to them. thrushwing secretly liked to believe that she was truly her kit, but she would sheepishly shake off that dream when furzepelt and palekit’s true father, beechfern, came to visit. watching with a protective wariness as they gazed at her — no their — kit.

winter came and a sickness rolled throughout the clan. palekit was now palepaw — thrushwing had chanted her new name with unabashed pride during her ceremony — and when beechfern grew ill, he and furzepelt wanted to tell palepaw the truth. thrushwing was visibly resistant. she practically pleaded for them to wait, saying that palepaw wasn’t ready and she was too young. the truth was, she was terrified to let go of her sweet little kit. one of her own kits had been taken by the illness already and she only had two left, including palepaw. she didn’t want palepaw to feel betrayed and hate her for keeping her true parents a secret. but, after some persuasion, she sadly agreed with a weary tone in her voice.

as the three cats huddled in the medicince cat’s den, beechfern curled up in his nest, they waited for palepaw. thrushwing was distraught. after carrying such a dark secret for so long, it felt wrong to tell the truth now. but, seeing beechfern so sick, she realized this was his last chance to tell palepaw the truth. she sacrificed her selfish desires and sat back as furzepelt spoke gently to her palepaw. she winced each time palepaw’s questioning green gaze turned towards her. scared she’d see hatred there and also saddened after realizing she and furzepelt had the same eyes. maybe palepaw never really was hers.

———

beechfern passed after palepaw was told the truth and, thankfully, the young she cat was as understanding as ever. that night, when thrushwing lay awake staring out as the close family and friends of beechfern huddled around the body of the tom, palepaw stumbled sleepily up to her. without a word she curled up beside thrushwing and tucked her muzzle in thrushwing’s neck. when she began sniffling and shaking, the warrior curled tighter around her sweet kit and lulled her to sleep with soft words.

in the end, her hardest choices ended up being the best things that ever happened to her. paletuft taught her to be more open-minded. even though thrushwing wasn’t paletuft’s mother, their bond would always remain unbreakable.

[ 800/800 ]

[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Cat Name: Dustfur
Clan: Ridgeclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 41 moons
Prompt:
At twelve moons old Dustfur hadn’t had to make many decisions in her life, not on her own anyway, just simple ones like who to be friends with, what to eat, and how to play. But nothing like what she had to do on a seemingly normal day. Having been an apprentice for six moons already Dustfur had learned quite a bit, she was pretty good at hunting and could keep up with even the older apprentices in fighting. The day started like any other, with the energetic young cat bound over to her mentor early in the morning to find out what they had planned for the day. Assigned to morning border patrol was a bit of a let down, considering nothing happened on morning patrols but Dustfur tried to hide her displeasure at the simple taste. With the the small ground of four set along the ridge towards the river and the edge of the clan territory.

“Are we going to do some training after this?” Dustfur asked her mentor once the camp was no longer in sight.

“We might if you can pay attention in patrol.” The tom replied back simple, while resetting the borderlines on the ridge.

Dustfur sighed as he head dropped, continuing along with the others anyway. “But nothing every happens on the ridge border, what’s the point in patrolling it?” She added in hope that she could get him to at least let her do something interesting.

The patrol continued on even with Dustfurs complaints, all much more alert then the apprentice herself.

“Maybe I could just hunt, I mean it wouldn’t hurt right?” Dustfur tried again her gaze set out into the forest instead of to the ridge like the warriors. When no reply came she turned back to the three, finding them all alert, hair standing on end. “What’s wrong?”

The tom hushes his apprentice without a moments pause, tail lasting out behind him as the three warriors face up the ridge, there mouth open to take in a scent Dustfur had yet to catch.

Mouth snapping close with a snap, Dustfur lowered her head and moved behind her mentor, trying to figure out just what had the warriors so worked out.

She wouldn’t get the chance to figure it out before the creature, raced out from the ridge in a blur of orange.

The warriors reacted much better then the apprentice claws out as two of them began to attack the orange furred creature, it chattering much like a birds while the cats hissed and snarled back.

Dustfur was stunned at the scene before her, unable to move even as her body began to tremble. Even as the creature evaded the two warriors and turned it’s attention to the easier target, letting her see the white foam coming from it’s mouth now.

“Run!” One of the warriors called out, but it was two late the creature was already in the air.

Out of nowhere her mentor knocked the creature from the air, both falling the floor in a mess of claws and teeth.

“Run and warn the camp.” One of the warriors yelled as the she-cat raced towards Dustfur, nudging her to move before entering the fight herself. “Tell them a rapid fox is attacking.”

After what seemed like far to long Dustfur found herself able to move, able to run from the fight like the molly told her, to bring help to fight the losing battle.

In the end help would come to late, the clan finding all three warriors and even the fox itself dead by the time they arrive.

While everyone tried to tell Dustfur it wasn’t her fault she always blamed herself. She was the one who the fox turned and went after and lost the ground the warriors had been making on it. She was the one who couldn’t do anything as her mentor and classmates where torn into it. She was the one who ran away, even if she was told to. It was her choose and in her mind she made the wrong one.

For a long time after Dustfur shut herself off from her clan mates, just going about her tasks as she was told and nothing more. It wasn’t until an elder laid it in her that she needed to work for her clan and show her mentor that he’d done the right thing by saving her. Show that she deserved to be the one who made it. It might not have been the right choose of words but Dustfur used it as her motivation from there on out to keep moving forward.

[paper planets]

assuming this one has ended, good luck everyone! c:

[mewmew.]

Yes! Sorry i missed this one. Will judge soon

[mewmew.]

Congrats Dirk! My heart hurt for him as I read his little story. Loved all the stories so good work everyone!

Username: dirk
Cat Name: Briarheart
Clan: Ideclan
Rank: Elder
Age: 80 moons
Prompt: The hardest thing Briarheart had to do was decide to retire to the elder's den. As a creature of independence, Briarheart didn't want to resign himself to being "old" and having to depend on others. In his eyes, being an elder finally meant you were giving up a big part of your identity - being a warrior. That is why he decided to at least keep his warrior name. Briarheart is sentimental, and feels that giving up his name for a new one would be too much on his heart. He was already heartbroken over not being able to go on patrols or hunt because his elbows and hips hurt (osteoarthritis from old age), but quickly made friends with the other elders for companionship.

Briarheart doesn't like be waited on or cared for, so he still tries to do things himself. As an apprentice, he wondered why the elders seemed so discontent, and now he understands. Becoming an elder has given him better insight into how the clan works and time to self-reflect. He understands why the elders always talked to the apprentices and anyone that popped into the den; they were probably lonely.

[persona]

omg thank you!!