[PeanutButterRum]

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!

This is a custom founder.

Please let me know your founder's name, age, and any adjectives you'd like in its description such as build, or distinct features. Also give me a link to your clan thread so you can be added to the archives. c:
If you do not post a thread and level up to level 1 within a month, your founder will be readopted.

Username: stickFlicks
Cat Name: Mink
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3789797
Rank: Leader

Gender: Tom
Age: 37 moons
Description: Seal point mink with a white chin and chest that runs down its belly, has a few medium scars

Other Features: A tall, strong tom with a piercing stare. Very muscular and rugged.
Siblings: None Living

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[dear starboy]

eeee thank you so much!!!! ;u; here's my Clan: xxx
I'm gonna get right on the world building soon <3 but for now, here's his additional info:

Name: Mink
Age: 37 moons
Other: A tall, strong tom with a piercing stare. Very muscular and rugged.

[dimi.]

This founder was never claimed, so they're going up for readoption!

For this competition, I have this question;
How did they get those scars!?
You have 500 words and 1 art piece.

This is going to be a 3 hour competition; ending at 8 PM CST; it'll be judged directly after.

Good luck~

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[Yellow.]

Username: Yellow.
Name: Griffen
Gender: male
Age: 41 moons
Rank: spy
Clan: Ridgeclan

Prompt: How did they get those scars!?
You have 500 words and 1 art piece.

Laying on his side in the grass Hawk could only watch the sky above him, the clouds slowly moving across the clear blue and the sun bearing down. He couldn’t believe it had come to this, that he would finally lose a fight and die out in the middle of the forest. He’d been ambushed in the city by this own gang, four on one, he didn’t have a chance. He could still remember the taunting when they surrounded him.

“All on your own now aren’t you Hawk?” One of them started.

“After what you did to Hazel.”

“We know it was you.”

“You’re going to pay Hawk.” They took turns taunts as they backed him against the wall, there was enough of them that even Hawk couldn’t see a way out.

“You don’t know what happened at that fight, not like you’d believe me anyway.” Hawk snarled back, searching for a way out of the predicament he’d found himself in.

“We know what happened Hawk, now we’re going to make you pay!” One of them snarled before he attacked, claws out and mouth open.

It was a mess of claws and fur after that, Hawk holding his owns for a short time before the sheer numbers overwhelmed him. A tear in his ear was the first wound he could remember feeling, the cut over his eye was when he knew it was over.

It was with one eye closed though that he saw an opening and took it, adrenaline being the only thing pushing his body forward and through the city, towards the town edge and away from the gang he was sure had raced to follow after.

“You’re not getting away Hawk!” One of them, sure enough, called out.

He paid no mind to them as he ran though, hurting but moving none the less. Time didn’t make sense as he ran and it wasn’t until concrete turned to grass under his paws that Hawk realized he had in fact gotten away. But the gang had chased him and effectively cut him off from everything he knew.

Looking back on it he almost wanted to laugh though, all of that because of Hazel, a she-cat who he’d stopped from killing there leader. But in the end no one believed him and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.

Paw steps approaching cut into his thoughts, although at this point he was to weak to move as a cat came into view. “You’re not going to make it much longer on your own are you?” The tom asked although Hawk doubted he expected an answer.

“I’ll take you with me if you want, but in return I’ll need you to do something for me. It won’t be easy and it won’t be quick, but you’ll be alive.” The tom told him, earning only a nod from Hawk.

“Your new name will be Griffen then and you will become a spy for Ridgeclan.”

[SurgeFire]

Username: SurgeFire
Name: Oakface
Gender: Male
Age: 16 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: AsterClan

Prompt:

"Listen, now. I'm telling you-- swift is 100x better than kestrel, and you can fight me on it, okay?" Oakpaw muttered, tail swishing.
"As if," Smokepaw muttered, jumping ahead.
"I'm telling you, I don't listen to haters," he scoffed, arcing his head up. "Just hating, hm? Terrible. Tragedy. I could almost cry--"

Poomf. Straight into a thornbush.
"...Oakpaw? You alright?" Smokepaw winced. That... didn't look nice.
"Uh, do I look like I'm alright? You better help me, you know!" he struggled, fighting against the thorns. "This is a serious issue!"
"Hm. Doesn't look like you're dying, so I'mma give a hard pass." she patted his head. "Good luck, my dude."
"Smokepaw of AsterClan-- you better come back here or I'm gonna knock you straight into-- AH, a thorn! Not my faaace-- not my pretty faace--!" he cried, wincing.

She turned, took one look at his pitiful face, and marched on.

"Sooo. Thistlestar. I think that lad's pretty, don't you think?" Smokepaw winked.
"He's most likely around 40 moons younger than me? I think I'll pass," she muttered.
"That's-- not what I mean! I mean-- maybe he should be given the name Oakface? I think it suits him." she purred.
"Perhaps."

"Did you do this." he whispered.
"Maybe?" she whispered back, holding back a grin.
"I swear I'll push you into a thorn bush next time we walk by there. I swear!" he hissed.
"Pff. You wish!"

[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Name: Beetlepounce
Gender: Molly
Age: 23 Moons
Rank: Trapper
Clan: Wishclan

Prompt:
“Oh get lost Russet!” Beetlepounce grinned, shouldering Russetheart away from her. The two cats were best friends and had been since they were kits. On this particular green-leaf morning the clan cats were out hunting near the edge of Wishclan territory.
“What’s wrong Beetle?” The tomcat taunted, pouncing closer. Beetlepounce rolled her eyes before laughing and racing ahead. They had spent the morning running around and playing in the sunshine, acting like kits.
As they neared Black-Ridge, the large ravine right at the edge of Wishclan’s border to Leapclan, Beetlepounce stopped suddenly, pelt bristling and Russetheart had to scramble to stop himself from colliding with her.
“What is it?” The larger cat asked, sniffing experimentally at the air.
“Shh!” The pretty she-cat snapped, turning a fearful gaze on him. “It’s-” She didn’t finish however as she launched herself at Russetheart, letting out a mrrow of laughter as they went sprawling in the dust.
“Ha! Can’t believe you fell for that!” Beetlepounce detangled herself from the tangle of limbs as Russetheart stood up as well. The dusty tom shook his head.
“One day something’s actually going to go wrong, and I’ll think your joking and won’t help.”
He shoved his shoulder into her, sending her sprawling sideways, they were both laughing however.
Beetlepounce’s laughter soon turned into a strangled yowl of surprise as her back paws fell on nothing but air and she tumbled backwards, down into Black-Ridge.

“BEETLEPOUNCE!” Russetheart cried out, skidding to a stop at the edge of the ravine. The black she-cat tumbled down the walls, banging into sharp-looking edges before hitting the ground and lying still.
“Oh no what have I done!?” The tom looked desperately around for a way to climb down, finally finding one and bounding as fast as he could to the limp she-cat.
“Beetle? Beetle can you hear me?” Fearfully he nudged her, trying not to look at the blood pooling from several wounds dotted across her pelt.
Beetlepounce groaned, opening her eyes as Russetheart let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh I thought…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence as he buried his face in her matted fur.
“Can you stand?” Russetheart started searching through her pelt, glad to see the cuts weren’t that deep.
“I-I think so.” Beetlepounce shakily sat up, shaking her head and causing blood to splatter across the dusty ground. Russet got to work cleaning the wounds, guilt making his pelt hot and eyes water.
“Russet.” Beetlepounce murmured, but when he didn’t stop his obsessive cleaning, she said it again, sharper this time. “Russet!” As the tom met her blue-eyed gaze she smiled gently at him. “I’m fine Rusty, there’s just a couple cuts.”
Russetheart nodded shakily, helping her to her paws.
“Now, how do we get out?”

[mars]

reusing concept !! cutting so it doesn't get stolen LOL
I will be turning my tryout art into a full piece of the new character later on

[clouds-move-on]

Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Name: Toothpick
Gender: tomcat
Age: tbd
Rank: guard
Clan: StreetClan , temp nocturneclan Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3976491

Prompt:
Toothpick skidded to a stop, his blood boiling as he turned to see the skinny gray cat streaking after him. Cindercloud still hadn't lost him! The NocturneClan cat was still clearly bent of having his ears ripped up, and he winced at the one cut over his stinging eye he had already given.

"Give up?" Cindercloud howled, skidding to a stop in front of his adversary. The two were panting hard, and Toothpick looked around for an escape route. He had been backed up against a wall- he didn't have one!

"Nah, but there's nowhere to go!" Toothpick yelped, jumping for Cindercloud. "'Cept at you!"

The two tussled in the dirt, puddles and bricks of the alley. Toothpick could feel his fur being ripped out of a patch on his back, then crashed into the wall behind him with a grunt. Despite looking skinny and not very strong, Cindercloud was way more than he'd bargained for!



Still, Toothpick was fast- he freed himself and hurried on, ignoring the tingling sensation of the wounds as he headed up back the alley.

The finish line was in sight... he could see the line of StreetClan and NocturneClan cats up ahead, with Buzz and Chickenpoppy towards the front, already suspecting injuries. He almost made it!

Almost- a thin, gray paw swept up under him and made him crash onto the pavement, and Cindercvloud's nicker echoed past him as the gray tom made it to the end of the race first.

- - -

"Cindercloud, your gonna be banned from future events- just so your aware. At least until your head cools, you weren't supposed to rip up Toothpick." Came the voice of Crimsonsparrow. The physicians and doctors were at work, caring for the scrapes, cuts and injuries the tournament had given the cats. Toothpick winced each time a new, juicy herb was spat onto his cuts.

"It's long overdo payback- you'know how long it took my foot to recover when that hairball over there used to be our enemy?" Cindercloud grumbled, flinching as he himself got treated. Toothpick had given him some fine cuts as well and he let out a small chirp of mockery as Cindercloud let out a sharp hiss of pain. "Ouch! Buzz, stop, I'm fine and - stop, I don't need your smelly herbs!"

"Ya'know this'll scar, right?" Chickenpoppy commented, watching the procedures with a mix of amusement and doctorly concern. "He really did a number on you!"

"Eh, It'll be a cool story- for the kids, you know. I just need to jazz it up a bit." Toothpick replied. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting the tension and adrenaline still leftover from earlier melt away.

[JessKnight]

Username: JessKnight
Name: Barkbite
Gender: Trans She-Cat (MtF)
Age: 83 Moons
Rank: Warrior (Honestly should retire but No)
Clan: MangroveClan

Prompt:
The scar along her back is from a hard-fought battle against a particular fox that attempted to take her down that she managed to escape, trading scars with it before she did.

The scar along her ear.... is quite the story, but rather funny nonetheless.

Long story short: She was a new member of MangroveClan, wanted to prove her worth as she had been resting in the med-den for a while.... so she asked Spirestar to fight. She ended up staying in the med-den for a little while longer and got a new appreciation for her leader.... and a new scar.

[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Name: Faintswoop
Gender: female
Age: 49 moons
Rank: Territory Guard
Clan: Fadedclan

Prompt:
Faintswoop ran through the bushes and tore through them as her paws hit the leaf-covered forest floor. Applebite had reported seeing Dawnkit and Gladekit sneaking out of camp and the other day she had chased out a handful of rogues. She was terrified something happened to the leader's children and she needed to find them as soon as possible.
Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she saw three rogues standing over the small kits, Dawnkit had fluffed herself up and Gladekit was shaking and crying behind his sister. Dawnkit was trying to hiss and snarl at the three much larger cats but they only laughed and as one of them took a swipe at the she-kit Faintswoop hissed and snarled, jumping over the kits to protect them.
"GET OUT!" She yowled at the three rogues, they laugh and snickered. The largest one swept his claws over her ear and tore two long notches, she hissed but didn't show any sign of pain. Another one raked their claws over her eye and she snapped, leaping onto her in a rage.
"GLADE! DAWN! GO FIND APPLEBITE!" She yelled back to the kits as she tried to claw at the three rogues on top of her, watching with satisfaction as they turned and ran and thankfully it didn't look like the scratch Dawnkit had suffered wasn't too bad. But her moment of clarity quickly faded as claws were sunk into her flank and she kicked upwards, trying to knock away a large black tuxedo cat as he tried to go for the face again. Faintswoop placed both her paws on the last two cats as she tried to get up, feeling claws rake down her back as she did so.
At this point, blood was soaking her fur and it seemed like she was fighting in a battle she couldn't win. She shook her head to keep the thick red liquid away from her eyes as she charged forward, trying to be as loud as possible to attract the attention of other Territory Guards and moments later she found out it worked. A patrol of four Territory Guards rushed out of the bushes and drove away the rogues as they realized they were now outnumbered.
Faintswoop relaxed as two of the guards flanked her, taking her back to camp to slowly heal. Without a proper medicine cat she was sure most of her wounds would scar over rather than completely heal.
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