[Desmond]

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!

Put together with love from requests made on the chat. <3

Username: rosemarrie
Cat Name: yellowbee
Clan: tideclan
Rank: warrior

Gender: male
Age: 34 moons
Description: A shorthaired cinnamon classic tabby with green eyes.

Other Features:
Siblings: None Living

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Dam: Foundation
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[mynameisbacon]

Username: mynameisbacon
Cat Name: Creampelt
Clan: Winterclan
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Female
Age:14 moons
Song: Fire- Autumn Hill
Prompt:

Creampelt flinched as sharp claws raked her pelt. Blood was dripping from her torn ear and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Winterclan had been fighting fiercely all morning, and Creampelt was starting to feel like she couldn't do it anymore. Her legs ached, and her body felt like it was on fire. She landed another harsh blow on her opponents muzzle and it staggered away. Creampelt snarled in fury as a another cat jumped on her back. Her legs collapsed under her body and she heard a soft thud as she hit the ground. Her vision blurred as the enemy cat slashed at her face. She could feel her strength trickling away.
A ray of sunshine bathed her face and her vision cleared for the slightest of moments. She turned her head weakly and saw her leader, Winterstar, yowling in rage as she drove away two enemy cats. Creampelt's head throbbed as she slowly turned back. The thought of her own leader, one of the most vital cats in the clan, risking her life for her clanmates made her feel empowered. She took a ragged breath and got up, throwing the enemy off her back. She growled as she spun around to face the cat. It was a sleek torbie with pretty eyes. The torbie narrowed her eyes as she lunged for Creampelt's throat, but Creampelt ducked and slid to the cats side. She dug her claws into the soft pelt and the torbie yowled in pain. As it ran away, Creampelt sprinted over to help her leader who was slashing fiercely at a crow-black cat. Winterstar's eyes sparkled as she turned to Creampelt.
"I haven't felt this energized since I started this clan!" She called as she tore at a tabby's ear.
"Neither have I!" Creampelt meowed. A tortoiseshell bounded up to her but turned away after taking a look at Creampelt's gleaming red claws. Creampelt felt stronger than ever, and it was all thanks to her leader.
"Thank you." Creampelt whispered to Winterstar.
"For what?" Winterstar was panting. Creampelt smiled.
If only you knew.

{350 words}

[canadianhowl]

Username: dascanadiansparkle
Cat Name: tigerlily
Clan: pumaclan
Rank: medicine cat

Gender: female
Age: 27 moons
Song: lord huron - the night we met
Prompt: [ 493 // 500 ]
Her father figure inspires her

She was a very chaotic and destructive kit. The clan knew she was going to be a fine warrior one day. Tigerkit became Tigerpaw but not even her mentor could tame her wildness. That was until a strange orange tabby male entered the joined the clan. Tigerpaw grew a close bond to him and she was happy around him. She was assigned under him and the two trained the moons away. Though it was near her ceremony when she felt like being a warrior wasn’t her destiny and she wanted to be a medicine cat. The request got approved and so she trained as a medicine cat apprentice. Firespirit was upset but he was happy that she would now be happy.

“So, this is it. You’re training to be a medicine cat now huh?” The tom asked.
It was a cold night. A gentle breeze blew through the air and the sounds of the night rang.
“Yeah... I’m sorry i wasted your time. You did so much for me and now-“
“Shhh Tiger dear it’s okay. Don’t apologize for anything. I may not see you become a warrior but, you realized where you’re path really was and now you’re gonna be happy.” Firespirit began with a small sigh and smile. “You’ve come a long way. When I was first assigned to you the whole clan warned me about how crazy you were but now look at you, you still got that spunk but you’ve grown so much.” He added on now beaming in pride.
Tigerpaw laughed a little before nuzzling the older tom. “Did you know you look a lot like what mother told me my dad looked like?”
“Is that why you grew so close to me?”
“Well... yes. He died when I was a moon old and you came three moons later. You looked so much like him that mom swore she thought he came back alive.” Tigerpaw chuckled. “But... thanks for taking me under your wing. You believed in me when the clan really didn’t.”
Firespirit let out a small hum and gave her a few friendly licks on the cheek getting a laugh out of her.
The two continued to look at the stars before Tigerpaw spoke up breaking the silence. “Hey... I’m not your biological daughter but... it does seem like you’re my dad. Like you’ve been there my whole life.”
“I don’t mind you calling me dad. I like it actually.” Firespirit commented. “I’ve always wanted to be a father. Didn’t know I’d become one to such an amazing young lady.”
Tigerpaw gave him a playful shove before the two got up on their paws.
“Are you always gonna be proud of me Fire?” Tigerpaw asked.
“Always. Believe in yourself. Trust yourself. You’re doing amazing. I just wished someone believed in me before.”
“I believe in you. I always will.”
“Heh, I appreciate that... love ya lil tiger.”
“Love you too dad.”

[sparrow,,]

mark CINNAMONNNN

[chlorophyll]

Username: Leafy.
Cat Name: Cinnamonpelt (former kittypet, kept name)
Clan: Oakclan (under the archive I'm still listed as WolfireX though)
Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male
Age: 81 Moons
Song: (Can you elaborate? just a TS or something?)
Prompt: (I hope story form is fine.)

Cinnamonpelt stood, carefully watching his adversary. There was no way that he'd lose. No lousy rogue can stand in his way or in Oakclan's way. He crouched, setting himself into the hunter's crouch. This one chose the wrong cats to mess with... they might as well be prey. He smirked, unsheathing his claws. With a mighty leap, he launched at the cat in front of him and stretched a paw out. His claws tore through fur and flesh. Soon after the rogue recoiled, reaching for a lunge to bite Cinnamonpelt. He expertly dodged the meager attack.
"That attack was good- for a kit!" He sneered. The rogue scowled, running back in for more. In just a few minutes, Cinnamonpelt had battered him quite hard.The rogue backed away, a fearful look in his eyes. "Keep going back," Cinnamon pelt coaxed, "...and don't come back!" He crowed as he flexed his claws. With just that much warning, the cat's eyes widened and he turned around, runnning.
Cinnamonpelt smirked. I'm better, stronger, smarter than those lousy cats. I am Oakclan. I have power.

[slythecho]

Username: echo into void
Cat Name: tigerpaw
Clan: fernclan
Rank: apprentice

Gender: tom
Age: 10 moons
Song: whiz kalifa: see you again ft. charlie puth

tigerpaw screamed in agony. he was only 5 moons old when his mother passed away. he didn't realize how painful it would be to lose a loved one. it was as if a piece of him was torn out of his body and it was a piece that he needed in order to live. he felt pure agony and terror for what would come next--he would have to grow up without a mother nurturing him; what would that even be like?

at 6 moons, he had accepted his mother's death and continued living on strong. he still felt a big black hole inside of him, but he used that to his advantage. he fought harder than ever before to become the best warrior this clan had ever seen. he decided he was going to do his best and dedicate his life to his mother. he wanted to make her the proudest mother she could possibly be.

he felt extreme joy and happiness the day he was assigned a mentor. he began training like crazy--his mentor even said he was the strongest apprentice he had seen yet. the death of his mother just continued to fuel him forward, making sure he was able to make her happy to look down on him.

to this day, he continues to work harder than any of the other apprentices in fernclan.

[Desmond]

It took until now for me to realize that I'd left the "song" part of the response in there from the last cat, whoops, lol. Though, I did get to hear some great music while going through this one! :D

Username: rosemarrie
Cat Name: yellowbee
Clan: tidelcan
Rank: warrior

Gender: male
Age: 34 moons
Song: welcome to our family - phil colins
Prompt: the feeling of providing, being a source of life makes Yellowbee strong.

(489 words, yikes. Cutting it close lol.)


A gentle breeze bumbled through the shoreline. Palm trees rustled in the breeze, tickling the salt-slathered air with gentle, spindly fingers. The air tasted of the endless blue stretch busied with swallowing the sun. From atop a young palm tree, hooded eyes blended with the luscious colors of the foliage he called his home. Yellowbee, squinting his jade-kissed eyes, watched the cluster of seagulls make yet another turn, heading back for his perch.

He’d spent almost two hours now, trying to thwart them off from his catch. Finally, the young tom had forced his fear behind him and plunged into the surf. The waves beat his golden brown pelt with as much force as they could possibly muster - but underneath the calm twist of the churning sea, Yellowbee had found himself strangely at peace. It took the warrior several attempts to catch the fish he held so tightly in his maw. Yellowbee was convinced nothing, not even a human monster, could take away the pride that swelled in his chest.

The tom scaled down his hiding place, jogging with his willowy tail high in the sky. Let the seagulls try to take his prey. He’d be carting them all to the fresh-kill pile alongside the dripping fish. A looming shadow flew over him, making a haphazard swipe with its outstretched talons. Yellowbee burst into a blinding sprint, soaring over the jagged set of rocks that marked the border or his camp.

Shrouded in the warmth of the sun and the shadow that his limber figure cast, an overwhelming burst of inner strength overtook the tom.

As his clan mates turned their bewildered heads to him, Yellowbee’s shoulders stood tall and proud. He had purpose. He had a family to provide for. Not even the ocean’s tides could quench his flame.

“Silverwing, Lilydust, Herongaze!” Scorchstar called from his perch on the sunning rocks. “Help Yellowbee be rid of his unwanted guests.”

His cheeks began to burn as Yellowbee’s muzzle rumpled in joy. Pelt by pelt, Yellowbee counted his clanmates as they rushed past him, soaring with their powerful hind legs into the sky at the pesky seagulls tearing at his fur. Finally, he felt it. The feeling Scorchstar promised upon his unwilling agreement to join Tideclan. He would know what it was like to have a home. To feel the pride and excitement that came with survival. Together, they were an unbreakable chain. They were stronger than the greatest typhoon. Tideclan was unstoppable.

And so was he.

Yellowbee met Scorchstar’s gaze as the massive tabby descended his throne of rock. Scorchstar held his head up high, a grin of his own wrinkling his nose.

“Can you feel it now, Yellowbee? That fire. That determination?” Scorchstar muttered low enough for only the striped feline to catch.

Yellowbee’s pelt prickled with lightning as he dropped his catch on the freshkill pile. His eyes sparkled with emerald flames.

“I do, Scorchstar. I do.”

I absolutely love the visuals in this one. c: Congrats!